Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

He raised his glass and tilted his head back.

Glug, glug, glug.

He downed a whole pound of baijiu in an instant, without even flinching. He casually wiped his mouth and laughed heartily, "Good wine! It's fucking good wine!"

Donya looked at the scene before her with a sense of helplessness.

As a Ukrainian, her alcohol tolerance is not to be underestimated.

In life, there are always some women who may not be good at other things, but have an astonishingly high alcohol tolerance.

Donya is one of those people.

When she's at her peak, she can drink 4 jin (2 catties) of baijiu (Chinese liquor). With that capacity, she's practically unbeatable when it comes to drinking.

But she once had a drinking contest with Batel, and ended up drinking herself into a stupor.

In the end, Batel took her home and then went on duty as usual.

At this moment, she looked at Batel and gestured with her eyes for him not to go too far, since she would still have to make a living under Cao Kun in the future.

However, Battelle simply pretended not to see it.

He had been feeling depressed and frustrated lately, and all he wanted to do was vent his frustration through alcohol.

He roared at the Polar Bear Squadron, "Our Chinese brothers respect us, we can't let them down! Let's do it!"

The soldiers of the Polar Bear Squadron picked up two half-jin cups and downed a jin of liquor in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, Batel looked at Wang Meng provocatively.

Knowing he couldn't back down, Wang Meng immediately grabbed a half-pound cup: "Come on, brothers, drink!"

The Raptors team once again downed half a pound.

After Wang Meng finished drinking, he gave Cao Kun a look that said: Stop drinking, you've reached your limit.

Cao Kun smiled slightly and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Wang Meng was anxious, but he could only force himself to remain calm.

Batel saw through their subtle actions, sneered, picked up his glass, and said loudly again:

"Come on, drink!"

……

The two sides went back and forth.

After several rounds, many people's mouths and eyes were crooked, and they were drooling all over the place.

The speed at which they drank also slowed down significantly.

These people can drink a lot, but they can only drink about two kilograms at a time, and they are now close to their limit.

Cao Kun noticed that many soldiers in the Mighty Dragons Squadron were putting on a brave face, stubbornly refusing to put down their glasses in order not to lose face for the Chinese people.

Battier saw this too, and laughed loudly, "Again!"

After saying that, he picked up his glass again and poured the liquor down his throat.

The members of the Polar Bear Squadron followed him and drank all the wine in their glasses.

Wang Meng's lips twitched violently, and he thought to himself that he was in trouble.

He knew exactly what was going on.

The team members I selected themselves weighed at most two and a half pounds.

They drank too quickly just now, so it's completely impossible for them to drink another half a jin now.

At this moment, Batel, having finished his drink, was staring at them with a provocative and mocking gaze.

But China was already on the verge of disaster and had no choice but to grit its teeth and drink the wine.

Sure enough, many soldiers in the Raptors squadron felt their bodies tighten up after just one sip.

Anyone who has drunk too much alcohol knows that it feels like your body is rebelling; even with the glass to your lips, you can't swallow a single drop.

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers could no longer hold back and rushed out of the warehouse to vomit uncontrollably.

Upon seeing this, Batel burst into laughter, as if releasing all the pent-up emotions he had been suppressing recently:

"Mr. Cao, you're not doing so well. You're already throwing up after only a few drinks?"

Cao Kun raised his glass, his tone calm: "It's nothing. When drinking, the most important thing is to have fun. There's no need to get drunk."

To Batel, these words were a clear sign of weakness, which made him even more smug.

The black bear felt uncomfortable hearing this.

The Raptors had just suffered a humiliating defeat, and he felt he couldn't continue to be suppressed. He abruptly stood up and roared, "I'll take over!"

After saying that, he grabbed a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) weighing about 500 grams and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The liquor flowed quickly down his throat, and in the blink of an eye, the bottle was empty.

Wang Meng knew things were going badly.

Black Bear's limit is only three and a half jin (1.5 kg). Now he's finished his entire alcohol tolerance in one gulp. How is he going to keep going?

Sure enough, Batel was not afraid at all. He also picked up a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) weighing one jin (500ml) and drank it all in one gulp.

The black bear had reached its limit; its face was flushed red, its pupils were dilated, and it could barely stand by holding onto the table.

Meanwhile, Battul's expression didn't change at all.

Wang Meng was shocked.

Even if he drinks three and a half jin (1.5 kg) of alcohol, he will feel hot all over and his mouth will be dry.

But this person reacted as if drinking plain water.

Could it be that he can drink more alcohol than I can?

Batel looked at Wang Meng, picked up another bottle of wine, and said provocatively, "Still dare to come?"

Wang Meng did not back down. He understood that only by winning in terms of momentum could he gain Battelle's true respect.

He poured two bottles of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) into a large bowl, picked up the bowl, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Glug, glug, glug.

Two jin of liquor, not a drop left, all gone into my stomach.

"Cool!"

Wang Meng smashed the wine bowl on the ground, and it shattered with a crash.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was flushed, as if his blood was boiling.

Wang Meng's voice was hoarse and his breathing was heavy. He knew his condition well. He had already drunk four and a half jin after this gulp. If he drank another half jin, he would definitely collapse.

Battier gave a knowing smile: "Is this the limit?"

He imitated Wang Meng's actions, poured two jin of liquor into a large bowl, picked up the bowl, and drank it down.

The liquor flowed down his throat, but his expression remained calm.

After finishing his drink, he put the bowl back on the table, looking relaxed and as if he didn't care about the amount of wine at all.

Wang Meng was completely stunned.

Batel has already drunk three and a half jin, and with these two jin, it's a total of five and a half jin!

However, he was neither red-faced nor out of breath, as if he was far from reaching his limit.

Wang Meng felt a chill run down his spine.

He could only drink five jin (2.5 kg), which was his absolute limit, but this monster in front of him looked like he could drink another one or two jin!

Seeing Wang Meng in a dilemma, Batel sneered, his tone full of contempt:

"It seems that your Chinese drinking skills are just... average."

Donya immediately glared at him.

She knew that Batel was bottling up too much bitterness, anger, and helplessness, and that he was now using alcohol to vent his frustrations.

But the problem is...

Next, everyone will be working for Cao Kun, so what good will it do you to offend him?

She was about to say something to smooth things over when she heard Cao Kun chuckle:

"Hehe... Drinking is just a minor thing. A true warrior is one who can fight and fulfill his mission. That's the kind of warrior I truly admire."

"No matter how much you can drink, if you can't fight a war, you're just a drinking barrel."

"Boss..."

Wang Meng's throat moved; he knew Cao Kun was trying to save face for him, giving him a way out.

But as a former soldier, he had a simple mind: if he hadn't drunk it, he hadn't drunk it; if he lost, he lost.

Upon hearing this, Batel's sneer deepened, and he said in a sarcastic tone:

"Mr. Cao, you're mistaken. Not only can I drink a lot, but I can fight even better!"

"I haven't reached my limit yet... My limit... is eight pounds!"