Earth Civilization, Star-Level Shelter.
"Drinking contest?"
Li Chen was momentarily stunned when he heard Noah's verbal report of the situation at the scene.
The gravitational pull inside the black hole was simply too powerful.
No communication signals could be transmitted out, so they had no way to watch a live broadcast of the negotiations.
They could only rely on communication between Noah and the clone avatar for a simple verbal account.
"What the hell... aren't those two taking their negotiations way too lightly?"
Li Chen could not help complaining.
They were using a drinking contest to determine the winner and loser.
For every cup of alcohol someone lost, they had to agree unconditionally to one of the other party's demands.
It was the first time he had ever heard of such a negotiation method.
Hehe, Host, you do not understand. King Maxim and the Iron-Blood King are both addicted to drinking.
They both believed their alcohol tolerance was unmatched in the universe.
And judging by the situation at the scene, the black hole's gravity was constantly draining their ships' energy. If they could not reach a result quickly, everyone would be in danger.
Noah explained.
"But this is still too childish!"
"What if that old Iron-Blood King can't outdrink..."
As Li Chen spoke, he suddenly came to a realization.
He slapped his thigh and praised them.
"I get it!"
"Damn, the drinking contest is just an excuse! They're planning to use it to trap King Maxim!"
Li Chen smiled meaningfully.
Upon hearing him, Noah also wore a faint, knowing smile.
Host, you finally remembered your own order. That was precisely Wu Lei Ya Pa Di and the Iron-Blood King's plan.
They had merely mentioned it casually at first. If King Maxim refused this negotiation method, they would have switched to