Zhou Wei's expression changed, but he saw Xu Xiaoqing raise her eyebrows at him, meaning, "It's up to you."
Zhou Wei's lips trembled a bit, but he decided to go all in. He picked up a bottle of Erguotou, twisted it open, and started guzzling it down, with the liquor spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Even so, one could see his cheeks turning redder and redder until they took on a purplish hue, like a pig's head.
He swayed a little, slapped his own forehead hard, and forced a smile, saying, "What are you all standing around for? Drink up! We're all men with a brain between two shoulders. Who's afraid of who?"
"Hiss..."
Everyone was stunned, dumbfounded at that moment.
This wasn't drinking; it was clearly venting anger.
But the crowd was full of hot-blooded young men, who couldn't resist provocation. Hearing this, they too were filled with adrenaline, twisted open the caps of their Erguotou bottles, and started chugging.
