"Three glasses?"
"That many?"
The skinny young man hesitated a bit, even though he was known as the "Bar Prince" with decent drinking capacity and luck.
But losing once and having to drink three glasses, isn't that a bit too much?!
"What, are you scared now?"
"You were the one who wanted to compete, and now you're chickening out because this guy is so confident?"
Seeing this, Wei Ziyin's friends began to speak up.
Although they came with these young men, at this moment, everyone sided with Chu Chen.
Looks are truth!
"Damn it, let's compete then, I'm not afraid of anyone!"
Provoked by the taunting, the skinny young man angrily responded.
Soon, the skinny young man began throwing dice.
...
In the first round, the skinny young man lost and drank three glasses in a row.
In the second round, he lost again and drank another three glasses.
"Damn, why is my luck so bad today?"
