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... > After two bowls of liquor, even with his considerable capacity for alcohol, Ren Botao was beginning to feel tipsy.
His face was a deep red, and his tongue seemed to swell.
But in contrast, Ye Fan still appeared calm and collected. "Big brother, how about we stop here and call it a draw?"
Ye Fan's strength was at the Martial Emperor level; his body was immune to all poisons. How could a few liters of white liquor possibly intoxicate him?
At this moment, Ren Botao ...
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