After Wang Yufan finished the thirty jars of wine, he turned to look at Commander Wang, who was still in a daze.
"Commander Wang, isn't it your turn now? You still have twenty jars," Wang Yufan said with a smile.
Commander Wang swallowed deeply, looking at the twenty-odd jars of wine beside him. He steeled his heart, picked up a jar, and began to chug it. The dozen or so people behind him watched worriedly.
Gulp. Gulp.
The wine continuously poured into Commander Wang's mouth. In no time, he began to sway unsteadily.
After drinking about ten jars, he continued to drink with the support of the crowd. He kept drinking like this until the fifteenth jar, when he became completely muddle-headed, unable to even hold the wine jar in his hand.
Everyone rushed over to support him.
"Commander, are you alright?"
"Don't touch me, I can still drink." Commander Wang mumbled incoherently.
