Gradually, Anthony could not bear it anymore.
He had drunk eight bowls of whisky... Eight big bowls!
The bowls were usually used to contain soup, but the bowls were now being filled with whisky. A normal person would have felt dizzy and vomited at that point. The fact that Anthony could still stand indicated that he had a pretty good drinking capacity.
He looked at Thomas again. Thomas’ face had not turned red, and he was not breathing heavily. He leisurely filled up three more bowls with whisky.
“Come again?”
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