The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 40

Andrius picked up the glass and finished the liquor in one go.

Fatty Frank and the others urged him. “Not bad, but there are nineteen more. Take your time.”

People who were good at drinking were usually of age. Andrius was only in his 30s, so it was impossible for him to drink twenty glasses of strong liquor in one go.

“Open your eyes and take a good look.”

Andrius then took another glass and drained it within three short seconds.

The liquor had an extremely high alcohol percentage. However, he looked fine after drinking two shots consecutively.

Under Fatty Frank and the trust fund babies’ excited gazes, he

reached out for the third glass.

Andrius did not even pause when he drank the fourth. It happened so smoothly and naturally as if he was drinking water.

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Nineteen!”

“Twenty!”

the last one to the final drop, he slammed it on the table with

Frank and the others looked at him in

shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look

was he at drinking?

astonished group, Andrius said, “I’ve done what you asked

wrong with the liquor!”

She grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured from and took a swig

hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat, it burned her and left her stomach rumbling.

“Cough, cough…”

choked on the fiery sensation down her throat. She threw up everything

have to go

threw up for a while before she

She never thought that there would be someone who could finish twenty shots

about it, the angrier

back to the room, her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She

young man scoffed as he watched Angel run back to the room. “Lothar,

“I’m not blind.”

known as Lothar licked his dry lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his curved eyes.

a disheartened look. “How are you still standing after downing

punk, how

Andrius laughed it

he had accidentally fallen