Lucina was also a bit surprised by Chen Ke's drinking capacity. She curiously watched the growing number of empty bottles on his side, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her.
Another clatter sounded as the bartender kicked the emptied crate of liquor to the side.
"Ugh...ugh..." The bald Anchorman leaned on the bar, squinting and sticking out his tongue. His entire body was flushed red. After downing more than thirty bottles of cheap booze, he was on the verge of collapse and in dire need of the restroom.
"Don't you think you should go take a leak?" Lucina asked.
"I think you should be asking him." Chen Ke set down his bottle, now having accumulated over forty empty ones on his side.
"Oh...oh...my God..." Saint John leaned against the side of the bar, already somewhat out of it, clutching a bottle that was still half full.
