The remaining few instantly began stammering, their eyes filled with nothing but terror.
How was this possible? How could there be anyone in the world who could drink this much?
This wasn't just being able to drink. His alcohol tolerance was practically godlike. Never mind anything else—on this point alone, no matter who came before him, they would have to bow their heads and admit defeat.
"Brother Zhang, how did you do it?" Wen Yu asked, trembling.
"You want to know? Then settle your friends down first," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "They're sprawled all over the place. Won't that take a while to sort out?"
Wen Yu looked around and immediately snapped out of it as if waking from a dream.
"Right, Brother. Please wait for me a moment."
He immediately started making arrangements. Some people were assigned hotels, others were assigned cars, and they stayed busy for quite a while.
Later that night, outside the private dining restaurant.
Several cars drove away one after another.
Wen Yu followed beside Zhang Yang, repeatedly hesitating as though he wanted to ask something but couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Didn't you want to know why I can drink so much?" Zhang Yang turned back and asked with a smile.
"Brother, just tell me. It's like a cat clawing at my heart," Wen Yu couldn't help asking.
Zhang Yang smiled and lowered his head to look at the snow piled by the roadside.
"Try pressing your hand into it."
Not understanding why, Wen Yu stepped forward, bent down, and pressed a handprint into the snow, having no idea what Zhang Yang meant.
"Now look at mine." Zhang Yang crouched down and casually pressed his hand into the snow as well.
"Brother Zhang, what are you—?" Wen Yu spoke as he