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Making friends with Giant Tribe warriors was simple: earn their respect in a fight. That didn't mean crushing them with superior strength. It meant facing them like a true warrior, with a fearless heart.

After six hours of fighting, Brogy had clearly accepted Beli. Ignoring his wounds, he picked up a bottle of Erguotou and poured it straight into his mouth.

"Cough, cough! Good liquor. That's good liquor!" Brogy smacked his lips.

Dorry caught the scent and came over. "Is it really that good?"

"What's it to you?" Brogy scoffed.

"You want a fight?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Come on, then!"

"Come on!"

They sprayed spit in each other's faces as they shouted.

"Forget it!" Dorry didn't want to pick on an injured Brogy. That wasn't the Elbaf warrior's way.

But he was desperate for a drink. They'd been on Little Garden for ninety years. They could go out to sea and catch Sea Kings for meat, but there was nowhere to get liquor. Giant Tribe warriors loved a drink. Usually, the two of them managed; they'd grown used to going without.

Now that he could see Brogy enjoying good liquor, though, Dorry couldn't stand it!

As Dorry stood there sulking, a bottle suddenly flew toward him. He caught it by reflex and looked at Brogy.

Brogy had thrown it to him.

"Brogy, you..."

"Are you drinking it or not? Stop fussing like a woman!"

"Of course I am!" Dorry uncapped the bottle and started drinking. He gulped it down so fast it was gone in one swig.

Dorry looked longingly at Brogy again.

"Last bottle!"

But Dorry finished that one in a single gulp too, then looked at Brogy out of habit.

"These two are hilarious!" Lory covered her mouth, laughing at Brogy and Dorry's antics.

To escape Dorry's