The latter immediately relaxed and called the men around him over to share this "cup" of beer.
After a simple transaction, they'd already built some basic trust.
A minute later, the short, stocky man was swaying on his feet, his face flushed. "This is what you call strong?"
If it weren't for everyone's steady breathing and strong heartbeats, he'd have thought Su Huan was freaking poisoning them!
The ones who could come to the tavern were all Iron Wolf Corps elites, and yet they'd all been knocked flat by a single jujube-soaked beer. He was only holding on by sheer Tier One Evolver physique.
Su Huan shrugged. "Just say if it's strong enough or not."
The man's tongue was a bit thick. "Strong is strong, it's just…"
"Relax, you'll be fine in half a day. This stuff just makes you woozy for a bit."
