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!”

As he drained the last one to the final drop, he slammed it on the table with a loud

and the others looked

twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did not

good was he at

what you asked me to, so can I report for duty

be wrong with the

believe what just happened. She grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured from and

the mouthful of alcohol without any hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat, it

“Cough, cough…”

She threw up everything before she could even

to go to

threw up for a while before she

herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone who

about it, the

her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She apologized and

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

“I’m not blind.”

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

disheartened look. “How are you still standing after downing

sly little punk, how

Andrius laughed it