"Pops!"
Marco, the ship's doctor, rushed over at once to check Whitebeard's condition.
A moment later, he roared at the nurses beside him, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Pops and make sure he drank less?!"
"B-but Pops only had three bowls in total..." one of the nurses answered timidly, pointing at the bowl that had fallen to one side. "And he didn't even finish the third."
"That's right, meow. It's not these ladies' fault. This old grandpa just can't hold his liquor, meow~"
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Suika Meow leisurely sipped the fine liquor she had traded for from Whitebeard, vouching for the nurses. "He drank so boldly that I thought he could really hold his liquor. If I'd known he was such a lightweight, I'd have given him a few less potent varieties instead, meow~"
If this little tipsy cat hadn't given him a meaningful look earlier, Xie Wen might have believed that Whitebeard's tolerance was fairly average, but now...
Suika Meow must have tampered with Whitebeard's liquor, increasing the alcohol density of what was already highly concentrated liquor.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates also looked incredulous when they heard Suika Meow's assessment.
"Pops... a lightweight?"
All of the Four Emperors were heavy drinkers, including Charlotte Linlin, who preferred food. Whitebeard might not have had the best tolerance among them, but he was certainly far above an ordinary person. His monstrous body alone broke down alcohol several times, or even dozens of times, faster than a normal person's.
Even though Whitebeard had reined in his drinking a little as he grew older in recent years, he was still unquestionably the biggest drinker in the entire Whitebeard Pirates.
As for his tolerance, although his sons didn't dare challenge Whitebeard to a drinking contest, they could more or less