"Lin Feng, can you... can you still drink?" Sun Zheng asked tentatively, a distressed look on his face. Lin Feng had already consumed over two kilograms of hard liquor; that was simply inhuman!
Regret began to creep into Sun Zheng's mind. His bets with Lin Feng and Cao Ying totaled over five million. While this was a small sum for his family, for him personally, it was undoubtedly a large amount!
Thinking he might lose, Sun Zheng panicked slightly and wanted to back down. "How about we call it a draw?"
"A draw?" Lin Feng chuckled, looking at Sun Zheng's handsome face, which was starting to show signs of weakness. "There's no such thing as a draw," he said lightly. "But I'll allow you to admit defeat. There's an unwritten rule: admit defeat, and you only lose half! It's up to you."
