At two in the afternoon, Qin Luo walked out of the hotel lobby together with three drunk business partners.
As a man blessed with a system, drinking was child's play to Qin Luo. Ordinary liquor of over fifty degrees—whether sauce-aroma, light-aroma, foreign spirits, yellow wine, or grain liquor—couldn't easily affect him much.
At most, he would smell strongly of alcohol, and his usual rationality would be more easily overtaken by emotion. Aside from that, nothing else happened; he certainly wouldn't easily vomit or black out.
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