10:30 a.m., Five-Two-Zero Milk Tea Shop.
At that moment, a dense crowd packed the entrance to the Five-Two-Zero Milk Tea Shop, enough people to form a guerrilla unit.
Despite the enormous crowd, the surroundings were utterly quiet.
No, deathly silent would have been a better description!
Everyone stared at Jun Wangchen as he frantically sucked down milk tea, their eyes filled with horror.
By then, Jun Wangchen had already drunk 230 liters—460 cups—of milk tea in two minutes and forty seconds.
At that rate, Jun Wangchen would definitely finish 250 liters—500 cups—within three minutes.
In contrast to the silence at the scene, the livestream chat was going wild.
"Foodie Bro is freaking amazing. He's drunk that much without even stopping for a breath. What a beast!"
"His bladder is a pond. Mine's a chamber pot."
"Bullshit, yours is clearly an eyedropper!"
"Is the cute chick with the huge dick above asking to experience my Sunflower Pressure-Point Strike?"
"Man, I once met a girl at the train station. She said she couldn't afford a ticket and had an emergency at home. I felt bad and gave her two hundred, then bought her loads of food. Know what happened next? I got scammed out of another two thousand! After that, I swore I'd never be a good guy again. I'd be a bad guy!"
"Officer: And that's your excuse for getting caught paying me for sex today?"
"We all signed up for free, so what gives you the right to show off like that?"
"I'm different. I draped my clothes over the girl I met, and then her boyfriend showed up. Anyway, I ended up having a blast in prison. Everyone here is so talented. I love this place."
As comments flooded the livestream, gifts and cash packets kept appearing on