"We only sell beer here. The strongest we have is Baladin from Italy, forty proof," the bartender replied.
"That'll do." Lin Ruixi looked at Chen Xuan, asking with a provocative smirk, "Hey, you dare a drinking contest with this young master?"
As a rich second-generation heir who had spent his whole life partying, he was better at drinking than playing dice. If he could get Chen Xuan dead drunk, he would have him right where he wanted him.
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