Chapter 1177

A scrawny young man named Noel Contreras let out a low, malicious chuckle. "Making him kneel is a bit much—he's Fraser's friend, after all. Sure, his pride isn't worth much, but Fraser still has some dignity to save, right? Anyway, doesn't this place serve that 60 to 70% vodka? Just have him knock back five or six bottles and we'll call it even." Gloria giggled. "If he can knock back five bottles of vodka, he's quite the legend." Audrey chimed in, "Wouldn't that kill him?" Noel snarled viciously, "That's the point! Did he think about the consequences when he humiliated Darian and Lori earlier? I can't stand pretentious idiots like him. He should piss in a puddle and take a good long look at himself." Jack stayed silent, watching these idiots put on their little show. Finally, Darian raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to quiet down. His gaze shifted to Jack, a clear hint that it was time for him to start apologizing. But Jack just shook his head slightly. "Are you done?