Chapter 1611

With Samuel’s current physical quality, alcohol would not cause any harm to his body. As long as he wanted, the alcohol would evaporate the moment it entered his body. Someone would be courting death if he competed with Samuel in the strength of alcohol. He could have drunk alcohol like water. There were a total of thirty cups of the Road to the Hell. Only after Samuel had drunk his fifteenth cup did the other party drink five. Furthermore, his face had already turned pale, and it was already extremely difficult for him to swallow the five cups. However, Samuel did not slow down at all. After a cup, he picked up the second cup. James Smith couldn't help swallowing when he saw this. He realized that he had underestimated Samuel. He wanted to get him drunk in the private room so that he could get rid of Samuel tonight. Now it seemed that no one could drink more than him. He was already at the level of the Wine God. "I... I can't hold on any longer." When the man drank up the eighth