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

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Eight jin of baijiu?

Who would dare to challenge this?

That's beyond what a human could do; it's monstrous.

Seeing this, Donya quickly spoke up to smooth things over, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Alright, Batel, you've had enough to drink, stop trying to be tough—"

Batel opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But Donya glared at him fiercely, and he eventually shut up.

But just then, Cao Kun's calm voice rang out again:

"Eight catties of wine... it's nothing."

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Donya stared at him in shock, completely bewildered by Cao Kun's actions.

Why add fuel to the fire at this critical juncture?

But Cao Kun had already stood up.

He picked up two large bowls and placed them on the table, his movements languid and his tone even more casual:

"According to you, anyone who can drink can fight?"

"If I could drink even more than you, wouldn't that make me even more awesome?"

Upon hearing this, Batel, ignoring Tonya's disapproving look, stubbornly retorted:

"That's exactly what I mean, Mr. Cao. If you can also drink eight jin of baijiu, then I'll naturally admit you're better than me!"

"It's an honor for the Polar Bear Squadron to serve such a powerful force!"

He said with a hint of malice, "But... if you can't drink it... don't blame me for embarrassing you!"

"hehe……"

Cao Kun chuckled and pointed at the members of the Polar Bear Squadron in front of him.

"Come on, one by one."

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Meng stared at Cao Kun, almost doubting that he had misheard.

Is the boss going to take on the entire Polar Bear Squadron all by himself?

How is that possible!

Although each member of the Polar Bear Squadron had already drunk two and a half jin (1.5 kg), it was still possible for them to push themselves and drink another half jin to a jin (250-300 kg).

More than ten people, that's eight to ten catties of baijiu!

Add to that monster Batel, and he still has at least three pounds left!

This is a challenge that requires a capacity of over ten kilograms of liquor!

A normal person would have died of alcohol poisoning long ago after drinking that much alcohol.

Donya grew anxious, her voice trembling: "Cao Kun! Stop fooling around, there's no need for this!"

Cao Kun simply shook his head slightly, offering no explanation.

He filled two bowls with baijiu (Chinese liquor), then casually pointed to a member of the Polar Bear Squadron:

"You, yes, it's you, come here."

After saying that, he picked up his bowl of baijiu.

"Glug—"

"Glug—"

"Glug—"

He drank a pound of liquor like it was water, finishing it off in less than ten seconds.

Everyone froze instantly.

The polar bear member looked at Batel.

Battelle remained silent for several seconds, inwardly sneering:

You asked for it yourself; I didn't force you.

He nodded.

One of the polar bear members stepped forward, raised the bowl, and began pouring the wine down his throat.

After drinking only half a bowl, his face began to contort and distort.

"vomit--!!"

The liquor sprayed out on the spot!

Immediately afterwards, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The others immediately dragged him aside.

Cao Kun remained expressionless.

Holding up the empty bowl, he casually said:

"Next."

A soldier from the second polar bear squadron stepped forward; this time he drank six ounces.

Cao Kun remained unfazed, and downed another jin of wine in one gulp.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed completely at this moment.

It's common to see people who can drink alcohol, but it's unheard of for someone like Cao Kun to drink two jin (1 kg) of liquor without any change in complexion.

This is baijiu (Chinese liquor), not plain water.

You should know that, including what he drank before, he has already drunk more than four kilograms.

Cao Kun, however, remained calm.

Since acquiring the alcohol worm, his ability to cure hangovers has become almost superhuman.

Those two jin of liquor were completely consumed while I was watching them join in the fun.

"The third one."

Cao Kun casually pointed, and the third member of the Polar Bear team came up and drank eight liang (approximately 400ml).

Cao Kun picked up another jin of wine and downed it in one gulp.

"The fourth one."

"The fifth one."

"The sixth one."

After drinking six jin (3 catties) of liquor, Cao Kun shook his head and stood up, leaning on a chair for support.

Everyone thought he was about to fall and reached out to help him.

To everyone's surprise, Cao Kun simply reached out and unbuckled his belt.

After drinking six jin of liquor, my stomach was already so full and uncomfortable.

He shuddered, looking at everyone with a puzzled expression. "Why are you all staring at me? Keep drinking! Come on, next one!"

The seventh polar bear warrior stood before him, trembling with fear.

Donya frowned and stopped him: "That's enough! You've already drunk eight jin! If you keep drinking like this, someone will die!"

Cao Kun laughed and said, "Are you worried about me?"

Donya stomped her foot angrily: "I was afraid something would happen to you!"

She was clearly trying to be kind and concerned for him, but he insisted on saying such infuriating things.

Cao Kun then felt that continuing to drink one-on-one was pointless, so he said, "Alright, get the rest of you all standing together."

He turned to look at Wang Meng and the black bear.

Black Bear, already intoxicated, slumped in his chair and fell asleep.

Wang Meng shuddered at his gaze and immediately stepped forward: "Boss, what is it?"

He was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of monster is this? It drank eight catties of wine and its face only turned slightly red.

In the military, there is only one title for this: God of Wine, the Wine Immortal!

He now admires Cao Kun to the point of complete awe.

"Help me set the table," Cao Kun instructed with a smile.

As he spoke, he began to place bowls on the table, and Wang Meng quickly assisted him.

Before long, six large bowls were neatly arranged.

Cao Kun said, "Come on, the rest of you, one bowl each, don't fight over it."

Everyone turned to look at Batel.

After a long silence, Batel finally stepped forward, took a deep breath, and said:

"Mr. Cao, you... can indeed drink more than all of us combined."

"I... give up."

Batel took a deep breath, his voice lowered, and the arrogance from before was gone.

"Mr. Cao... I lost my composure just now because... we just came down from the battlefield."

His voice was hoarse, tinged with sorrow: "On our way to escort the White scientists, we were surrounded and intercepted by three enemy task forces."

"More than twenty brothers died just like that... They were all good soldiers, they followed me for five years, not one of them was afraid of dying..."

"But they didn't even get their names engraved on the list of the dead; they just rotted away in the ravine."

He hung his head, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white: "I... I'm seething with anger, but I don't dare say it in front of Miss Tonya."

"Just now... I was just drunk and acting crazy, trying to take it out on you. I... shouldn't have said that Chinese people can't drink. I was blind."

He bowed deeply, saying, "Please forgive me."

Cao Kun gently shook his head.

"You just said, 'The Chinese are only so-so when it comes to drinking.'"

"I'll make you swallow those words."

Batel was taken aback, then quickly said, "I admit it! I was wrong! I take back what I said, and I'll never do it again!"