"Are you sure?" Finn Chen had a good laugh.
"Sure! Finn, if you're a man, don't dally. Let's spell directly." Tim Xu said imperiously.
"Well, let's spell then." Finn sighed, don't blame me since you wanted to die yourself.
"Waiter, bring me some boxes of beer," Timm shouted.
"There's liquor here. Let's go straight to the liquor." Finn lightly suggested.
Tim's face was stiff, spell with liquor? Were you stupid? A bottle of alcohol would directly burn a perforated stomach.
Other people look at Finn like a fool and thought that Finn was just joking. People who had drunk liquor knew that a small cup of alcohol like Maotai was beautiful. Still, if you took it up and blew it directly, it would burn and perforate the stomach.
"Why, you scared?" Finn raised his eyebrows.
Tim's face was gloomy. Was this about dared or not? If they spelled with liquor, they could die.
"I'm not. I'm just afraid your capacity is not enough, and a bottle of liquor will burn to perforate your stomach, what should I do if your family come to find me when you're dead?" Tim stemmed his neck, his words seemed to consider about Finn, but he terrified. He wanted to hit Finn's face, but there was no need to fight with his life.
"Speaking frankly or scared." Finn scorned to smile.
Tim blushed but said nothing.
"In that case, you can drink a cup by a time," Finn said again.
"What about you?" Tim asked subconsciously.
"I'll take a bottle directly." Finn lightly said.
"You look down on me?" Tim was a little annoyed. What did this rubbish mean? Letting him drank a cup while Finn drank a bottle. Wasn't it evident that Finn despised him?
Finn nodded and said with a straight face: "Yes, I look down on you."
Tim's mood was sluggish, okay, you were great!
"Well, let's start, but I'll tell you first, don't blame me if something happened to you," Tim said coldly.
"Don't worry. I would bear the responsibility if something happened." Finn lightly said.
"Hum, there are so many people watching the scene. They all can be witnesses, and your wife is also here. I hope you can keep your word!" Tim snorted coldly.
"I will," Finn answered.
"Finn..." Maura wanted to say something but hesitated. She also thought that Finn was a little too ambitious. However, she couldn't say it out because it would bring down Finn's dignity.
"Don't worry; I won't do anything I'm not sure about." Finn blinked his eyes.
"Well." Maura gently nodded. Indeed, she should believe in Finn, who was not the kind of aimless person.
"I hope you still can be so confident when you become a dead dog in a while!" Tim sneered at Finn, "Serve the liquor!"
Soon, the liquor in the private room served on Tim's table.
In front of Tim, they arranged ten cups of liquor in an orderly manner. They were not small cups, but medium-sized ones. Tim was also very confident.
In front of Finn, there were a dozen bottles of liquor, which could make people scalped to numb at a glance.
"He dares to compete with Tim for liquor's capacity, and have such a big deal, really doesn't know how to write the dead word!"
"What would he look like if he knew that when Tim was senior 3, he made five big men drunk in Eastern Province H alone."
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