Glug, glug!
As the two of them were calculating each other's moves, one after the other, they both finished the liquor in their glasses.
After finishing the fourth glass of vodka, Ye Fan said drunkenly, "Young Master Kong, you really hold your liquor well. I can't do it anymore, I really can't. Young Master Kong, I can't keep drinking. We've both had two bottles of vodka already. Usually, everyone calls me the God of Wine, but today I see that the real God of Wine is you!"
Can't do it anymore?
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Kong Haodong was inwardly thrilled.
Damn, I chugged down a catty of strong liquor in one go, and finally, I've got you nearly down for the count.
No way, if I let you off just like this, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Ye Fan, don't be a coward, we're just getting started. Didn't we agree to keep going until we're plastered? Come on, keep drinking!"