Jiang Shan and the others had all run off to the restroom, which amounted to an outright declaration of defeat. Only Tang Fei remained, his eyes wide with terror as he watched Yang Qi's devilish grin. It was only then that Chen Baixiang realized Yang Qi was far more formidable than he had imagined. Not only was he a good strategist, but he could also drink; he could truly drink a thousand cups and not get drunk.
"We can't stop now. Our contest isn't over yet," Yang Qi said with a smile.
"Please, no more! I lose! I concede! Take this, it's yours!" Scared out of his wits, Tang Fei hastily removed the thumb ring from his finger and handed it to Yang Qi. Although the ring had cost him over 500,000 when he bought it, he couldn't care less at that moment. His life was at stake. If he kept drinking, he'd definitely end up with a bleeding stomach, and maybe even die of alcohol poisoning.
