"This little guy really has a temper."

"But it's only thirty cups, it's not a big deal."

"I don't know how concentrated the last cup is."

There was a woman who tried to hold the last glass of wine, stuck out her tongue and tasted it, and suddenly felt her tongue began to go numb.

"Bah, bah, what is this, it's so spicy and pungent."

"This is Polish rectified vodka, with an alcohol concentration of 96%. Just one sip will make your lips and tongue numb." Han Sanqian explained.

"Ninety-six!"

"Fuck, this is higher than ordinary disinfectant alcohol!"

"Is this something that people can drink!"

Everyone showed their shock one after another. Drinking is to find the pleasure of alcohol paralysis, not to risk their lives.

Ninety-six alcohol concentration, if this messes up badly, it will kill people!

"Are you kidding? What's the difference between this and drinking alcohol?" said the first person who made things difficult for Han Sanqian.

"Don't you want to play? Don't you dare now?" Han Sanqian said with a faint smile.

What young people are most afraid of is superiority, and the easiest way for them to be superior is to lose face in front of women.

With so many women in the box, it would be embarrassing if they confessed.

The man gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, whoever said I dare not, just play, but let me tell you first, if you play to death, it has nothing to do with me."

Han Sanqian stopped talking nonsense, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it down with his head raised.

Seeing this, the man followed closely behind.

The atmosphere in the box suddenly changed, and everyone looked at the two nervously.

Han Sanqian's movements were smooth and flowing. Every time he drank a glass of wine, he would quickly pick up a second glass without any buffer time.

Looking at the other person, his performance was particularly uncomfortable, but at the fifth cup, it seemed that a fire had ignited in his stomach, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Fuck, this kid is really fierce."

"His can't be boiled water, how can it be?"

Someone put forward such a guess, and naturally someone went to find out, picked up the wine glass that Han Sanqian had drunk, rubbed it with his finger and put it in his mouth. When he felt a strong stimulation, he denied Han Sanqian's drink. What is said is plain boiled water.

"I really can't tell, this guy is too fierce."

Han Sanqian took one cup after another, which made people look dumbfounded. Even Yao Hanxing, who had always looked down on Han Sanqian, couldn't help but look at Han Sanqian with admiration.

Based on Han Sanqian's current physique, alcohol will not cause any erosion to his body at all, and as long as Han Sanqian is willing, the alcohol will be directly evaporated the moment it enters his body. Comparing the strength of alcohol, he is looking for death. He can drink spirits like ordinary water.

The road to hell has a total of 30 cups. When Han Sanqian drank the fifteenth cup, the man drank five cups, and his face was already full of embarrassment. It was already very difficult to swallow.

But Han Sanqian's movements still didn't have any lag. After drinking one cup, he would immediately pick up the second cup.

Seeing this situation, Yao Hanxing swallowed unconsciously. He had to say that he underestimated Han Sanqian, and was thinking of getting Han Sanqian drunk in the box, so that he could get rid of Han Sanqian and do whatever he wanted tonight. . JrNovels.com