"Heh... And we're really going at it! Look here, kid, do you seriously believe you can outdrink the four of us?" Little Crew Cut, standing next to Sun Zheng, sneered.
Do they think I would bet without any assurance? Lin Feng just glanced at Little Crew Cut, remaining silent but smiling to himself; he remembered that Little Crew Cut's name was Wang Da.
"Yo, you're pretty cocky, huh? Ignoring me like that. Let's see if you can still act so tough when you're puking your guts out all over the floor!" Wang Da's words were crude, and he looked sullen, clearly resentful.
Lin Feng could tell at a glance that while Wang Da wasn't as tall as Sun Zheng, his muscles were solid and well-proportioned, indicating considerable explosive power. The thick calluses on the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers showed he had trained. So, these guys aren't all just useless louts, huh?
