Crew-Cut smiled and tossed back his drink, polishing off two to three glasses of wine with ease. “Haha. Good stuff. Good stuff.”

The girl gazed at him with admiration shining in her eyes. “Wow, you’re such a good drinker.”

He erupted with laughter. “This is nothing. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll drink at least eight to ten glasses.”

At that, everyone else shifted their gazes to rest on Zeke.

Zeke looked at Crew-Cut’s empty glass and said, “Are you sure you want to drink that much?”

“Of course. Don’t tell me you’re such a bad drinker that you can’t even have a few harmless drinks, buddy.” Crew-Cut replied.

“Sure, let’s do it.” Zeke said.

He tossed back his drink, finishing every last drop of it.

The girl refilled their glasses with wine again.

Zeke didn’t even have time to catch his breath when another man with a scar across his face held up his glass. “This is one of the best wines in the world. Seeing you two drink it makes me crave for a taste too. Let’s have a toast, brother!”

He downed his drink without waiting for a response. “This toast is for you.”

Zeke calmly picked up his glass and drank it in one go.

Sharon sighed helplessly in her heart.

This silly man is really going to continue drinking? Can’t he see what they’re trying to do?

In a blink of an eye, he had downed six glasses of wine already. No matter how high his tolerance was, he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Sharon hurriedly poured Zeke a glass of water. “Here, drink some water, Mr. Williams.”

Zeke smiled. “Thank you.”

He took a sip of his water, but before he could place his cup down, another man also raised his glass. “Buddy, I don’t believe in chances, but in fate. My two brothers have already drank to you, so you have to give me the same honor too. I’ll toast to you.”

He picked up his glass and finished every drop of wine under everyone’s gazes.

Then, he looked at Zeke tauntingly.

Zeke instinctively reached out to pour himself a drink.

Sharon anxiously said, “Mr. Williams, don’t forget that you have a weak stomach. If you keep drinking like this, it might cause gastrointestinal bleeding...”

Mr. Terence was immediately disgruntled. “Ms. Edward, the men are drinking, so don’t interfere. Do you still want that money or not?”

“Well...” Sharon was put in a difficult spot.

She couldn’t sacrifice Zeke’s health for her own interests.

She decided to stand her ground but didn’t expect that Zeke would pour himself a drink and finish it in one shot before she could.

Sharon shook her head in disappointment.

Within such a short period of time, he had already drunk almost a bottle of wine.

He was already teetering on the edge, so she could forget about getting his help.

Soon, all five men offered a toast to Zeke.

Zeke had drunk a bottle and a half now.
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