Top Notch War God

Chapter 53

Ariya didn't notice Harley's gaze and just looked at Talon in confusion. 'Weren't you supposed to punish Harley? At this rate, you won't even be able to stay awake yourself!'

"Here you go, Mr. Vance. I'll raise this first glass in your honor." The waiter brought a large cup, and Talon filled it to the brim, downing the drink in one go.

"Alright, cheers!" Harley also stood up but sipped his drink five times before finishing it.

The alcohol churned in Harley's stomach, and he gagged several times but forced himself to hold it down.

"Okay, next one," Talon said without changing his expression as he grabbed another bottle.

"Bro, I'll drink this one with you. Cheers!" A man on Talon's left stood up and downed his drink.

Talon smiled and raised his glass, pouring it down. He didn't even swallow, as if his throat were a pipe; the drink went down without any hindrance.

"Next!" Talon said, still smiling without a hint of discomfort.

"Alright, I'll risk my life to drink with you!" said an older man, but before he finished his drink, he ran off to the side to throw up.

"More!"

"Next!"

"Another one!"

"Again…"

Talon had downed eleven bottles of vodka, making it a total of twelve, including the one he had earlier as punishment. Other than his slightly flushed face, he showed no signs of discomfort.

Two or three people pouring drinks for him were already slumped over the table, while the rest looked on in amazement at Talon.

"This vodka is really good. I'll raise another glass to everyone, and then I'll take my seat." Talon finished another glass.

Ariya seized the opportunity to whisper, "Talon, what are you doing? Did you forget why you came here? If you get drunk, how am I supposed to take you back? Don't you see the way Harley is looking at me?"

"The person sitting to his right is from Serenland. We don't know who he is yet, so hold off on taking action for now. Flamestrike is investigating. Don't worry, this amount of alcohol doesn't affect me at all," Talon said, pretending to be drunk while the waiter went to get more drinks.

Ariya stole a glance at the silent young man and felt confused. 'How do you know he's from Serenland if he hasn't even spoken?'

The waiter brought three crates of vodka, and Harley noticed that everyone around him seemed unable to hold on, trying hard not to collapse onto the table. 'f**k, how can Talon drink so much?'

Harley opened a bottle and said, "Hey, Ariya's husband, let's drink together!"

"Mr. Vance, thank you for taking care of Ariya. Since it's our first meeting, you have to drink three bottles with me. No more talking, I'll go first!" Talon raised the bottle, not giving anyone a chance to refuse, and downed it.

Watching Talon get drunk and slump over the table, Harley burst into laughter, mimicking Talon by downing one bottle, then another. After finishing three bottles, Harley felt a bit dizzy and was about to say something when he saw Talon stand up again, smiling at Harley and saying, "That was fun! How about ten more bottles?"

"Are you… are you not drunk?" Harley asked, puzzled.

"Ariya, you should head back. Let Azureblade take you," Talon said quietly to Ariya.

Seeing his eyes clear, Ariya guessed he wasn't drunk and probably intended to punish Harley. Realizing her presence might be a hindrance, she nodded. "No need. I'll go back myself. Talon… be careful."

Talon nodded, and after Ariya left, he looked at the silent young man and said, "Mr. Vance, you think drinking this vodka will get me drunk? That's a joke; it's like drinking water! If you can't handle it, let your friend drink for you. I see he hasn't said a word all night; he can't be a big shot, can he?"

"I don't drink," the young man replied in broken Drakora language.

"You have to drink, even if it kills you," Talon replied coldly.

The middle-aged man swayed and stood up to argue. "You're going too far! If you can drink, fine, but if you can't, then don't! What do you mean drink until death? I can't drink anymore today, but you must drink. You knocked out our entire table, so you can't just walk away!"

"So, you're planning to play tricks?" Talon stepped up to the middle-aged man, grabbed his chin, and poured the liquor down. The burn felt like fire in his throat and stomach; it was unbearable, making him want to vomit but unable to do so. He could only whimper and beg.

Finally, after one bottle was emptied, Talon released his grip, and the middle-aged man collapsed on the ground, desperately clawing at his throat and vomiting blood.

Talon pulled out another bottle and drank it himself, turning the bottle upside down as he coldly stated, "I've had another bottle; now it's your turn. Let me tell you, whatever I drink, you all must drink the same amount. If it's one glass short or one person missing, that won't do! Or should I get my hands dirty?"

Remembering the middle-aged man's pitiful state, everyone around quickly grabbed their bottles and began drinking.

Talon approached the young man with a bottle. "Are you going to drink on your own, or do you want me to help you?"

The young man frowned and replied coldly, "I told you, I don't drink. Plus, I'm not involved in the plan to get you or your wife drunk; that's for you to deal with."

"Smack!"

No one expected Talon to raise the bottle and smash it down on the young man's head.

The young man was caught off guard by the blow and instinctively cursed. "f**k!"

Talon grabbed his throat. "Damn it! You guys from the Skyward Alliance are causing trouble abroad, and now you're reaching into Drakora? I'm going to uproot you today!"

The young man was surprised and asked, "Who are you? How do you know about the Skyward Alliance?"

"I not only know you're from the Skyward Alliance, but I also know you colluded with Harley to kill Leo, aiming to seize Yuvi Group as the Skyward Alliance's headquarters. You've committed so many serious crimes; you deserve to die!" Talon finished speaking and tightened his grip, snapping the young man's throat with a crack.