Lin Tian did not drink, but instead shouted, "Third Brother."
Wang Sicong, who was waiting for Lin Tian to drink that glass of alcohol, shuddered as soon as he was called, looked up at Lin Tian, and asked, "What's up?"
Lin Tian smiled and, while Wang Sicong was looking at him, concentrated all his spiritual power into his arms, then swapped the positions of their glasses with lightning speed.
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if I'm already a bit too drunk, can I stop drinking?"
This was Lin Tian's last chance for Wang Sicong. If he agreed, then let it go. Otherwise, let him taste some bitterness himself.
Wang Sicong shook his head with a smile, "Brother, I've also drunk quite a bit. You've got to accept the risks if you want to play."
Lin Tian smiled with disappointment, then downed the wine in his glass in one gulp and started shaking the dice again.
