Zeb finally smiled at Blondie’s words he was happy with anything, as long as Frank embarrassed


    himself in front of Winter!


    Blondie hurried up to Frank right then, eximing, “Yo, Mr. Lawrence! Why are you drinking juice alone


    there? Us dudes should be drinking liquor!”


    Frank shook his head. “I’ll pass. I’m supposed to be driving.”


    Zeb guessed Blondie’s n just then and quickly joined them. “Hey, I’m driving too, and I’m drinking.


    We could just call for a designated driver if we have to–it’s disrespectful to Winter if you don’t drink on


    her birthday, right?”


    Frank studied the two boys who were suddenly so enthusiastic.


    It would be strange if they were not up to something bad.


    As for Winter, she did not drink, but her brother Fred often did she was convinced that men liked to


    drink.


    Moreover, she did not want to see Frank sitting there alone and reasoned, “Why don’t you have a drink


    too, Mr. Lawrence? I’d think you’re being abused sitting here by yourself. Don’t worry I’ll get you a


    driverter.”


    Blondie was grinning right then. “See? Even Winter is asking you to drink. You’re not going to say no,


    are you?”


    Then, turning to his friends, “Order me ten cartons ofger!”


    “Ten cartons? For who?” Winter stared at Blondie in disbelief.


    “Oh, just let them have some fun,” Zeb chuckled. “I’ll be paying anyway.


    In reality, Blondie was an amazing drinker, and Zeb would bring him along during any social drinking


    asions. Thus far, he had never met anyone who could outdrink Blondie.


    Soon, a waiter brought the ten cartons ofger, and Blondie quickly poured Frank a mug. Come on.


    Let’s go!”


    When he was done, he drank straight from the bottle.


    Frank stared at him as he grinned smugly and smiled in turn. “Since you’re drinking straight from the


    bottle, wouldn’t I be disrespecting you drinking from a mug?”


    With that, Frank chugged a bottle too–cultivation aside, he used to drink liquor like it was water back


    when he was working at South Sea.


    Zeb was folding his arms before his chest and chuckling, “Come on, Mr. Lawrence. You can give up if


    you can’t do it–Blondie’s the best drinker in college.”


    “Eh, it’s no big deal. Come, Mr. Lawrence–bottom’s up!”


    Blondie chuckled, knowing that Frank had already fallen for their trap.


    With that, Frank would quickly finish a bottle after Blondie did as things gotpetitive, and they soon


    finished five cartons…


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    Jean could see something was wrong just then and quickly told Winter, “They aren’t drinking. They’re


    competing! You know Blondie is a good drinker–you really should stop Frank from ying his game.”


    Winter nced at the bottles strewn all over the floor and nodded.


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    Hurrying to Frank’s side, “You’re drinking too much, Mr. Lawrence. Maybe you should stop.”


    Frank remained calm andposed as he waved her off. “This is nothing. I have to drink with your


    buddy here, whatever happens.”


    Since the kid was trying to get him drunk, he just had to y his game… and destroy him.


    Blondie gulped.


    He had already drunk over twenty bottles, and his belly was painfully bloated, while his cheeks flushed


    blood–red.


    He could not drink another drop!


    However, he promised Zeb that he would humiliate Frank.


    If he lost now, not only would Zeb scorn him, but he would be humiliated in front of their ssmates


    too!