The Dangers of Getting Drunk

The invitation seemed full of goodwill to them, but to Zhao Bai, it was utterly absurd.

Only the first condition interested him at all: having Zhao Bai marry a woman from the Apokalips family and change his surname. He did not listen to the rest, instead raising his head to stare at the ceiling as though he could see Theresa's face there.

Hehehe~

Just three glasses of tequila.

He was not drunk, merely a little sexually excited.

Zhao Bai's hand slowly slid down. Bronya coughed, set her half-finished apple juice on the table, and clenched both fists, producing a powerful cracking sound. Zhao Bai frowned at the sound and lowered his head to look at her.

"Don't do that. Your knuckles will get bigger, and then they won't look good."

"Oh."

Bronya sensed that his mind was elsewhere. With alcohol clouding her thoughts, this was truly not a suitable situation for a negotiation table.

Looking around, there were many other people in the bar.

They were waiting for the outcome of the negotiations, waiting for Zhao Bai to join their profit-harvesting team, like a pack of impatient wolves.

How disgusting.

He rubbed his hands together, interrupting Carl's explanation and belching crudely.

"Have you considered... burp... what you would do if I disagreed and the negotiations fell apart?"

"You disagree?"

Carl did not seem surprised at all. "Then we won't discuss this matter anymore. Boss Zhao can have a few more drinks and leave. Nothing will happen here, but once you step out that door, you will completely lose any chance of advancing."

"Burp~"

Zhao Bai was clearly excited.

He said eagerly, "That's not it. What if the negotiations break down right now, and I grab you by your golden hair, drag you into the cellar, and drown you in a