"Lao Lei, I can't do it anymore. I'll vomit if I drink it again."

Weir held the glass of wine in front of him and couldn't drink it anymore. Although Hawkeye on the other side still looked like a cold man, she looked almost the same as Weir's.

Just when these three strong men were extremely confused, Dunk had already picked up the last glass of wine in front of him and drank it all in one go.

After seeing this situation, the host began to shout.

"What did I see, the Dunker had drunk all the wine in front of him and won the victory by an overwhelming advantage.

But the other three contestants are not trivial. You should know that the wine provided by the organizer is the strongest wine.

It seems that Dunk, a hippo fruit abilities, is easy to perform in drinking, so I announce that Dunk has become the champion of this wine competition! Please Dunk on stage to receive the award.”

After listening to the host on stage, the three fierce men in the audience looked at each other, all with a look of a "sun-dollar" expression on their faces.

"&*%&*" Weir cursed softly, looking at Dunke, a cute fat man with a helpless look on his face.

At this time, the fat man had already come on stage to receive the prize, and walked off the podium with a bucket of fine wine in satisfaction.

However, none of the three of them did any extreme behavior, because all three of them could lose. Although they encountered a hippo fruit abilities person in the wine competition, they felt a little depressed.

But Weir felt that this cute fat man could drink not only because of the hippo fruit ability. Even if he could drink too much, he would get into trouble.

But judging from Dunk's expression, he didn't look like he was drinking too much, it seemed that he was a talented person in drinking.

After figuring this out, Weir felt that he had lost without any worries. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. There is no perfect person in the world, and that only exists and fantasies.

However, Vill really wanted to drink the barrel of fine wine in Dunke's hand, and then he thought of a good idea.

Weir walked to Dunker and said politely.

"Hello Dunk, my name is Vir, I want to make a deal with you."

Dunke scratched his head, looking a little shy.

I really can't tell that Dunker is so big, so shy.

"Hello, my name is Dunke. I don't know what you have to do with me."

Dunke spoke in a muffled voice, showing a full sense of vigor.

"Well, there's nothing else. I wonder if you want to drink this barrel of Barbarlock by yourself? Or?"

Weir looked at Dunke with a smile. He would not do anything like robbing other people's prizes after losing in the game. That would be like losing and losing.

"Yes, I want to drink it myself, but it's too little. I still enjoyed drinking it in the competition just now, huh huh huh huh huh."

After Dunke finished speaking, he let out a strange laugh. After hearing this laugh, Vill couldn't help laughing, and had a better impression of the cute big fat man in front of him.

"Is that true? Then, Dunk, you still like to drink until you are full? I have a way."

After hearing Vier's words, Dunker seemed very happy and asked Vier very urgently;

"What method? Tell me, but I'll say yes, I won't do anything to hurt others."

"You don't have to do anything. I'm willing to spend 20 million Baileys to buy the barrel of Barbarlock in your hand. With these 20 million Baileys, if you go to the bar, it should be enough to drink for a long time."

"What, you are willing to buy such a small barrel of wine for 20 million Bailey? Really?"

Weir nodded and waited for Dunker's answer.

"Of course I do, but I don't seem to be like twenty million Baileys in you."

Hearing the answer given by Dunker, Ville smiled. Although the wine in Dunker's hand was not worth 20 million, Ville had a special liking for this kind of wine, let alone fifty years of age.

So Weir took out two small suitcases in his pocket watch and handed them to Dunker, each with ten million Baileys.

Dunke happily took the suitcase and gave the barrel of Barbarlock to Vile. After checking the money, he happily went to buy wine.

Weir was very satisfied with this transaction. As the saying goes, it is hard to buy a favor from a thousand dollars, and he felt that he had made a profit.

With a small bucket of Barbarlock wine, Vill also left the Wine Festival. He planned to find some delicious food and cooperate with the wine in his hand. It was simply a pleasure.

As for the wine I just drank, with Vier's strong digestive ability, it can be digested in a short time.

But I haven't walked far away, and the domineering aura of seeing and hearing cannot be felt, but the feeling of someone following me appears again.

This time, Weir didn't have to think about who it was.

"Old Lei, come out. What's wrong with you? You like to follow others."

"Hahaha, Weir, your perception is still so keen. Mihawk, let me introduce you to this person, this person is Weir and a great swordsman."

Hawkeye was actually with Rayley, which surprised Weir.

Hawkeye nodded to Vir after hearing Rayley's words, saying hello.

"Forget it, since you've been here with me, let's come together. I'm going to go to the food street to find some delicious food, and then eliminate this barrel of wine, Hawkeye, how about it, whether to come together? Although this barrel is not precious, it tastes quite good."

"Why are you so embarrassed, Brother Vir, but I know a good restaurant, I recommend you to try it."

Hawkeye nodded in agreement.

"Thunder Swordsman has actually invited you, so I'll go with you too."

It seems that this cold man, like Vir, cannot resist the temptation of fine wine.

Then the three fierce men went to the food street together and came to the restaurant that tasted good in Rellie's mouth.

This restaurant is not very big. Due to the Wine Festival, there are only a few guests.

And after the boss saw the three guests clearly, he collapsed.

Because Reilly often comes, he has been here for ten years and knows Reilly's true identity.

As for the other two, he also knew Hawkeye Mihawk, a person who has been famous for many years.

The last one, the most famous Dragon-Slaying Swordsman Weir, appeared in the newspaper some time ago.

"How many guests are."

"Potter, don't care about us. Just make a few special foods. By the way, the portion is a little larger."

Hearing Rayley say this, the shop owner is no longer so nervous. As long as he comes to have a meal, he can use his cooking skills to stabilize the two.

After the three of them found a dining table to sit down, Weir generously opened the barrel of wine and each of them got a glass of wine.

As for the wine the three of them drank during the competition just now, they had almost digested it.

In this way, these three people who had no social relationships started to drink together.
Chapter completed!