A dozen minutes later, Gao Ji had already polished off more than half the table's beer bottles, double Lin Mu's amount, which surprised Lin Mu—who would have thought this idiot could drink so much? But no matter how much one can drink, this kind of chugging isn't sustainable.
Sure enough, Gao Ji, holding that last bottle of beer, furrowed his brow, burped, and looked reluctantly at the beer in his hand with an expression as if he was being forced to drink urine.
After hesitating for a long time, Gao Ji grit his teeth and drank it with determination. Tragedy struck, though—after just a small sip, he couldn't hold it anymore and vomited it all out.
It was clear that even if Gao Ji had a big stomach and good tolerance, he couldn't drink a half-barrel of beer. There was no chance for his stomach to digest and absorb with this constant downing bottle after bottle!
