Chapter 17 Inaccurate Information (1/2)
Chapter 17: Inaccurate Information
Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_
A beautifully carved wooden table was placed outside of the Mexican restaurant. On it, the blooming dahlias seemed to be especially realistic. Li Du sat on one side with a shot glass in front of him while a drunk white guy sat across from him.
About a hundred people surrounded the table, and each of them wore vastly different expressions of shock.
”Another shot please,” Li Du calmly stated.
A young Mexican man stood on the side and took out a new glass, pouring out a clear water-like liquid. He carefully and reverently placed it in front of Li Du.
Li Du picked up the shot glass and guzzled what was in it. The next moment, he unconsciously creased his eyebrows and took a breath to get rid of the lingering taste before praising, ”Good alcohol! Sh*t! This tequila is f*cking great!”
This sight sent a chill up the spine of everyone watching.
”Hey, who is this guy? That alcohol tolerance is insane!”
”F*ck, is he really drinking tequila? I only ever last two shots before puking it all out!”
”That Lucas is quite unlucky. Thankfully, the only thing they bet on was the bill. If slavery were legal, this idiot would have to sell himself as a slave to pay it off!”
The young Mexican man poured another shot before placing it front of brawny Lucas. ”It's your turn.”
Sitting in front of Lucas was also a row of empty shot glasses. However, one could clearly see the red color that dyed his face, his unfocused eyes, and smell the strong stench of alcohol coming off of him. With his body unsteadily swaying, it was clear that he was very drunk.
Nevertheless, seeing the shot in front of him, he shakily took the glass and drank it, showing his resolve.
”Good job!”
”Nice going!”
”Cool!”
”That's our Lucas!”
However, this time Lucas really couldn't handle it anymore. The alcohol slowly dripped from the side of his mouth, drenching his shirt.
Li Du waved to the teen for another glass and again gulped it down with a small frown.
As the alcohol entered his stomach, he quickly converted it into energy using the power of the little bug. Like before, he still hadn't recovered his stamina, so none of the alcohol entered his blood.
However, tequila was still an infamous Mexican spirit with a very strong taste. As Li Du drank, he felt as if his mouth was being torn apart by knives.
He didn't enjoy the taste. When he drank the tequila, it seemed like some form of torture.
Thankfully, Lucas was in an even worse state. He had already drunk over twenty shots, equaling to over two thousand milliliters of tequila. This amount was more than enough to put a normal person to sleep.
The crowd was amazed by Li Du's capacity for liquor. Clapping, whistling, and the sound of cameras snapping could be heard from around the table. Li Du was the God of Booze, shocking everyone present. At this moment, no one looked down on him because of his race.
When it was Lucas's turn again, his hand was shaking as it held the shot glass, almost as if he was picking up a very heavy hammer.
”Finish it, Lucas!”
”Embarrass these Flagstaff country bumpkins!”
Lucas took a deep breath, closed his eyes and poured the drink into his mouth.
He really couldn't drink anymore. There seemed to be a tear on the side of his mouth, and the tequila started rushing out.
On the side, Hans let out a wicked smirk and pretended to puke, making a gagging sound.
Hearing this, Lucas couldn't hold it in anymore. Like a man holding in his pee hearing the sound of a waterfall, he collapsed on the table, spewing out all of the alcohol.