Chapter 524 Stone Cold Sober

Yet, Finn had counted to three and shouted "Down!", but Daniel didn't collapse. He was standing tall

and steady.

Seeing Daniel perfectly upright with no sign of falling, Finn's eyes widened in disbelief. "How... how

are you still standing?" he asked in astonishment.

"Did you think that after drinking your Five Grains Spirit, I'd just flop to the ground after three

seconds?" Daniel chuckled, spinning his tale. “I grew up in a village, you know, and I’ve always had

quite the tolerance. Even our village drunk couldn't outdrink me. One time, I challenged the old

boozer—jug for jug—and we emptied the tavern's cellar. The old drunk passed out, but I walked

away clear-headed."

No sooner had Daniel finished bragging than Beauty reached out and gave his waist a painful twist.

"Ouch! Why'd you twist me this time?" Daniel winced in pain and asked.

"Intending to get even a drunk ghost wasted? What exactly did you do to him after that?" Beauty

demanded.

"What could I possibly do to him? It’s just a drunken spirit, not the beautiful you. But if you gave me

a chance to get you drunk, who knows? Maybe there might be something I could do."

"Something you could do? What exactly do you have in mind, you no-good jerk?" Beauty was

incensed.

"Don’t get worked up! What I’d do would make you happy, real comfy. I'd bet you’d want me to keep

going!" he teased her.

"Keep spouting nonsense and I'll end you, idiot!" Beauty threatened.

"And how exactly would you end me?" Daniel provoked. "Do you have a certain position in mind to

take me out? Should I just lie there and let 'Beauty' have her way, or give you a little reaction?"

"Get lost!"

...

Their playful bickering was ignored by Finn, who felt that he was being slighted. He felt a great deal

of humiliation in that moment.

"Country boy, you think you can drink? Then let's go another round!" Finn declared, bringing over

two more jugs.

Though these two jugs of Five Grains Spirit were half the size of the first, and the quantity of alcohol

was halved, the proof of these jugs was a hundred times greater than the first.

Just a whiff of this Five Grains Spirit could knock out an actual bull, not just a man.

Daniel lifted the jug Finn handed him to his nose and took a sniff, immediately grinning in

satisfaction.

"Now this is the real deal! This Five Grains Spirit has got some kick! It’s been ages since I've had

such a potent drink."

Saying that, Daniel raised the jug and tilted his head back.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

He chugged the entire small jug of Five Grains Spirit, not leaving a single drop.

"Finn, I'm done. Your turn," Daniel said, passing the challenge back to him.

Finn was stunned. This kid really could hold his liquor!

His second jug of Five Grains Spirit didn't lay Daniel out after all.

Finn was not the type to cheat at a drinking match. Since Daniel had finished the second jug, it was

his turn to drink.