Watching Zhang Fan's unfazed face and his suave gesture, Xie Chen's gaze became vacant.
Is this still human?
Is what he's drinking really alcohol?
Fifty-five degrees!
Even drinking plain water that fast and that much would probably make you want to throw up, right?
And the others had already gone completely crazy.
"Oh my God, this kid is too strong."
"Damn, he's simply inhuman!"
"Look at Xie Chen, he's scared pissless, ah, ah, ah, could it be that this kid is going to break the record and complete 'Drunken Dream'?"
"Damn, it's the fifty-seventh glass! This kid's movements are still so fast!"
Meanwhile, countless girls squeezed through the crowd to get to Zhang Fan's side, each breathing rapidly, their beautiful eyes shining with admiration!
"Fifty-eight!"
"Fifty-nine!"
...
As the wine glass in Zhang Fan's hand shattered, a deafening counting sound would rise up.
"Seventy-six!"
"Oh my God, the fourth kind of strong liquor, Tequila!"
