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Chapter 1223

I am Rogal Dorn!

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(Thanks to .God-Emperor Great Scholar Nurgle Eye of Terror. for the tip. Bonus update 3/5.)

Ragnar, an absolutely terrible drunk, was already wasted and had started acting up.

He still thought he was in the Space Wolves Chapter, where getting drunk meant he could pick a fight, and had automatically paired himself up with Yellow Sand.

His two Big Skin Lumps hammered Yellow Sand's face, sending him bouncing back and forth against the floor like a ping-pong ball.

"By Rogal Dorn above!!!"

Beaten to his knees and dizzy, Yellow Sand felt as though he could see Rogal Dorn beckoning to him.

"No!! Now it's Leman Russ above!!! Rogal Dorn below!!!"

At some point, Ragnar had already lunged at him, intending to haul him up and keep beating him.

Yellow Sand went down on all fours, trying to crawl under the table and hide.

Ragnar charged over, grabbed one of his legs, and pulled him out.

Yellow Sand simply clung to the solid iron table. Following the tradition in Li Qinwu's home, all the tables were welded to the floor.

Yellow Sand wrapped his arms around a table leg, while Ragnar had hold of one of his legs and dragged him outward.

Ragnar was incredibly strong. He grabbed Yellow Sand's leg and hauled furiously, and Yellow Sand felt his body stretch taut like a rope about to snap.

Unable to hold out much longer, he hurriedly cried for help:

"Big brother! Third brother! I'm going to get beaten to death!!!"

By now, Li Qinwu had alcohol poisoning. His stomach had ruptured and was bleeding internally, while his liver and kidneys, unable to metabolize the excessive ethanol, had completely shut down, entering acute liver and kidney failure.

But after applying Xiangxiang, he had ignored it and continued eating and drinking. He wouldn't

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