This is definitely not acceptable, Zhan Feilong absolutely cannot accept this "losing" outcome, he must drink Zhu Bufan under the table.
"Brother, how is it going? If you can't drink anymore, it's fine, just say you're done and we'll stop immediately, what do you think?" Zhan Feilong went around the bush but was still provoking Zhu Bufan to hurry up and drink.
If you say you're done, then you have to admit defeat. Zhan Feilong knows Bufan's personality, he definitely wouldn't admit defeat.
"Just two bottles left, let's finish these and call it, how about that?" Zhu Bufan pointed at the last two bottles on the table, finishing these might just get Zhan Feilong sprawled out.
But Zhan Feilong didn't dare to continue, he might be known as a heavyweight drinker, but he had already downed three kilograms, which was seriously over the limit. He was still standing by sheer willpower, but he was really close to collapsing.
