Mr. Jenkins was fueled by anger and downed his glass in one breath.
A moment later, another bottle of whiskey was gone.
The bystanders were watching the show, impressed by Logan.
Two bottles down, and he was still standing steady.
On the other hand, Mr. Jenkins' face was beet red, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen.
"Mr. Jenkins, shall we continue?"
He refused to believe this was happening!
"Again!" Mr. Jenkins went to pour more wine.
Logan reached out and blocked him. "Mr. Jenkins, why go through the trouble? Come on, let's just chug from the bottle!"
Logan handed him a fresh bottle of liquor. Mr. Jenkins froze.
The surrounding crowd froze as well.
This kid could really drink!
Straight from the bottle!
Mr. Jenkins had finally met his match today.
"Mr. Jenkins, do it!" the people around him chanted.
The atmosphere had been hyped up to this point. If he didn't drink, he'd lose face completely.
Logan had already lifted his bottle and downed more than half of it like it was plain water.
"Mr. Jenkins, what's wrong? Stopped drinking? I thought we were drinking! Come on!"
Mr. Jenkins steeled himself, grabbed the bottle, and started chugging.
Back and forth, each of them had consumed at least a quart of hard liquor.
This was beyond human limits.
Mr. Jenkins couldn't stand straight anymore. He collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for air.
"Keep going! Drink!"
"I'm done... I'm not drinking anymore, I want to go home!" Mr. Jenkins stumbled up, trying to leave.
He just wanted to run to the bathroom and vomit. He had never consumed this much alcohol in his life.
Logan, that brat, wasn't human.
After all that alcohol, his cheeks were only slightly flushed.
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