Never Get Drunk Even If Drinking Until the End of the World

Meng Wenzhou wiped his mouth after finishing his drink and glanced at Pan Ning with a smile. "Haozi, the person I told you about who’s insanely good at drinking is my cousin, Pan Ning."

Chen Hao turned his head to look at Pan Ning following Meng Wenzhou’s gaze.

"A beauty like her can really hold her liquor?"

"Heh, don’t let her looks fool you. When it comes to drinking, she’s terrifying. Let me put it this way—out of everyone here, only you might stand a chance. The rest of us combined still wouldn’t be able to outdrink her."

"Oh? That impressive? Then I’ll have to test my skills against your cousin," Chen Hao replied with a skeptical chuckle.

Hearing this, Su Yang thought to himself, That was before. Now I’ve got a cheat. Just wait till I show you what a real drinking god looks like.

After Chen Hao arrived, the group paused their "Undercover" game and split into teams for drinking games.

Over an hour later, among the seven, only Su Yang, Pan Ning, and Chen Hao remained unaffected. The others had slightly flushed faces, with Liu Bo seeming the least affected.

All sixty-two bottles of Westvleteren W12 craft beer had been emptied.

Seeing this, Chen Hao raised his hand and called out, "Little Li, bring the remaining sixty bottles and have someone clear the table. Then bring out some snacks."

"Got it!" Little Li responded before heading behind the bar to fetch more drinks.

Pan Ning, still lounging with her legs crossed, cracked a sunflower seed and glanced at Su Yang with a faint smile. "You’re holding up surprisingly well today. How are you still fine after all that?"

Su Yang grinned. "I’m in great form tonight. You might just regret what you said earlier."

Pan Ning scoffed. She didn’t believe for a second that Su Yang could outdrink her.

For some reason, she had loved alcohol since childhood. What kid dares to drink at ten years old?

Pan Ning did. Back then, she’d sneakily buy alcohol behind her parents’ backs.

With her monthly allowance far exceeding what she could spend, most of her savings went toward buying all kinds of beer and spirits. By her teens, she’d already tried drinks many adults had never even tasted.

At first, she thought she might be dependent on alcohol, but going days without it never made her crave it. She only drank out of boredom—and no matter how much she consumed, she never got drunk. That remained true to this day.

So when Su Yang made his bold claim, she just laughed. Making her drunk was practically impossible.

Knowing her own limits, she’d confidently told Su Yang earlier that if he could get her drunk, she’d do whatever he wanted. She knew the outcome.

Unless she willed it herself, Su Yang would never have her.

But what she didn’t know was that Su Yang had received a system-granted cheat: the "Drinking God" ability.

If the two were to go head-to-head, Pan Ning might have an impressive tolerance, but she was still human. Without cheats, she’d eventually succumb.

Su Yang, however, wouldn’t. He’d never get drunk—not even if he drank till the end of the world.

When he’d asked the system about the "Drinking God" ability, the reply was simple: You cannot get drunk. And it meant exactly that—an absolute, unbreakable immunity.

Little Li returned with two waiters, carrying more alcohol and clearing the table before setting out an assortment of snacks and fruit.

Chen Hao looked around with a grin. "Brother Ziming, still up for more?"

Zhang Ziming, stubborn as ever, straightened up. "Still up for more? I’m starting to think you’re doubting me."

"Hahaha, no way, man. It’s just that your neck’s looking a little red. No shame in tapping out—this stuff hits hard later."

Zhang Ziming waved him off. "Enough talk. Let’s drink!"

He grabbed an open bottle and took a large swig.

Shen Yixue tugged at his sleeve worriedly. "Take it easy. If you pass out, I’m not carrying you home."

"You think I can’t handle it either?"

The way he said it made it clear he was already drunk.

But the mood was at its peak, and at this point, no one could talk sense into him—except maybe Meng Wenzhou.

Meng Wenzhou pulled out a pack of Hetianxia cigarettes and handed them around. Passing one to Zhang Ziming, he said, "Take a break, Ziming. Smoke this and sober up a bit before drinking more."

Zhang Ziming accepted it with a grin. "Relax, Lao Meng. I’m not that far gone. If I can’t handle it, I’ll stop."

"Good. You’d better."

With that, the group resumed their drinking games—some playing traditional finger-guessing, others sticking to simple rock-paper-scissors.

Another hour passed, and the second round of sixty bottles was nearly finished.

Shen Yixue had already stopped drinking. Her tolerance was average, and she knew her limits.

No one pressured her. The group’s philosophy was simple: drink if you want, stop if you need. No one believed in forcing alcohol—a toxic habit they all despised.

By now, Meng Wenzhou was thoroughly buzzed, his face flushed and eyes glazed as he slumped in his chair.

Liu Bo, however, was still holding up surprisingly well.

Zhang Ziming had excused himself to vomit once but returned after a half-hour break, immediately challenging Su Yang to another round.

Chen Hao and Pan Ning seemed unfazed, though Chen Hao showed slight signs of tipsiness. Pan Ning, however, remained perfectly composed.

What did surprise her was Su Yang’s endurance. Even now, he showed no sign of slowing down.

"Little Li!" Chen Hao called again.

Little Li hurried over. "What’s up, Brother Chen?"

"Any more of this beer left?"

"All out of this one, but we’ve got plenty of others."

"Got it. Let me check with the group first." Chen Hao turned to the others. "You all still in?"

"Of course! We said ‘no one leaves sober,’ right? It’s barely past midnight—we’re just getting started!" Zhang Ziming was the first to raise his hand.

Meng Wenzhou forced a smile. "Keep it coming. Tonight, we drink till we drop."

"Alright. Then bring us thirty bottles of Rochefort 10."

"On it!" Little Li turned to leave.

"Wait—I’m tied up here. You and the others handle the other customers."

"Don’t worry, Brother Chen. Enjoy yourself—I’ve got the guests covered." With that, Little Li left.

Chen Hao watched Su Yang and Zhang Ziming’s intense match and chuckled. "Brother Su, your tolerance is something else. To last this long without a hitch—I’m impressed."

Su Yang turned and smiled politely. "You’re too kind, Brother Chen. Your capacity is nothing to scoff at either."

After the mutual praise, Little Li returned with the thirty bottles.

Patrons at nearby tables had long been eyeing their group, whispering in awe at the mountain of empty bottles. Now, with another thirty arriving, they exchanged stunned glances.

"That table’s alcohol tolerance is insane. I counted roughly a hundred bottles already."

"Seriously? Do they think beer is water or something?"

"Why would I lie to you? It's just that those two girls over there are so damn good-looking, I couldn't help but notice."

"What? You spotted hot girls and didn’t even tell me? Keeping them to yourself?"

"Ha, my bad, I kinda forgot."

"Damn it, I’m moving to your side. Hell, I’ve been sitting with my back to them this whole time and didn’t even notice."

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