Chapter 46 You can state your conditions, but I won’t necessarily agree to them.

Chapter 46 You can state your conditions, but I won't necessarily agree to them.

Each person having a drink with William was a clear indication of their intention to push him to the limit.

These men had already recognized William's remarkable drinking ability. If it were a one-on-one challenge, none of them would be a match for William.

However, with each of them drinking one pot and William drinking ten, even a god of alcohol might struggle to stay upright.

And that's not all; they had another trick up their sleeve.

If they couldn't out-drink him, they'd challenge him to dice games!

William didn't seem to mind. Bella's intentions today were transparently vengeful, which added some spice to the situation.

Soon after, the bar staff were kept exceedingly busy.

Five or six people took turns bringing in more drinks.

The drinks Bella ordered were all quite expensive; neither the wine nor the spirits were priced below a thousand US dollars.

Despite the quality, these drinks were no match for William's excessive consumption.

The staff outside the private room were on standby, constantly clearing bottles every three minutes.

Maria noticed that things might be going too far. While Bella's purchases were indeed profitable for the bar, she feared someone might actually drink themselves to death. She and Caleb, holding their drinks, decided to step in.

The couple was taken aback by the scene inside. Especially Caleb, who knew of Bella's influential background from the previous night and didn't want to offend her. They both approached, intending to toast Bella in a gesture of goodwill.

Bella barely glanced at them and coldly said, "Leave! Tonight, my crew is only drinking with William."

With her esteemed family background, Bella didn't afford Maria and Caleb any respect.

This left the couple in an awkward position, unsure whether to stay or go.

While William was drinking with one of the men, he heard Bella's words and promptly set down his drink. Staring intently at Bella, he coldly said, "Vice President Bella, these two are my bosses. If you won't show them respect, then I won't afford you any either. Let's call it a night."

Upon hearing William's words, even Caleb felt a chill down his spine.

Such audacity!

Caleb had informed William the previous night about Bella's identity as the heiress of the Carter family and how significant she was. How could she possibly let this slide?

While Moonlit Harbor Pub did have some influential backing, it was nothing compared to the Carter family. Offending someone like Bella was akin to seeking one's doom.

"Vice President Bella! I apologize! He's just impulsive!" Caleb quickly approached with his drink, saying, "I'll down three shots as penance!"

Bella raised her hand, gazing deeply at William, "William, if you can't outdrink them all tonight, then agree to one condition." After saying this, she poured herself a drink, raising it and finishing it in one go.

"You two, drink up and leave."

Bella's grandfather had sternly warned her against offending William. Even if they couldn't be friends, they shouldn't become enemies.

But who was Bella?

She wasn't one to listen to anyone!

After Maria and Caleb finished their drinks, they had no choice but to leave. Before exiting, Maria whispered in William's ear, "If you can't keep drinking, just pretend to pass out. Don't push yourself too hard."

William nodded, not adding anything.

Once Maria and the others left, William picked up his drink and resumed with another challenger.

He downed each drink in a second, without hesitation.

His godlike ability to drink left Bella's ten men feeling a mixture of awe and fear.

Was he even human?

Downing ten pots of alcohol as if he was just drinking water!

Even chugging plain water couldn't handle this!

One of them, who had a slightly weaker tolerance for alcohol, had already rushed to the restroom, vomiting uncontrollably.

The total bill for their room wasn't low either. In just a few minutes, they had purchased over $70,000 worth of alcohol.

"Didn't you all mention dice games earlier? Lose once, drink a jug!" William's competitive spirit was ignited.

He loved this job, but he wanted Bella to understand: trying to get revenge on him through drinking was a lifetime impossibility.

Blake was the first to challenge William to a dice game.

Before playing, Blake thought it through. William might have a strong tolerance for alcohol, but being able to drink doesn't mean he could play well.

Blake and his companions were seasoned dice players. And how old was William anyway?

If they couldn't outdrink him, could they not at least outplay him?

But after five rounds, Blake was knocked out and remained in the bathroom, never to return.

After downing seven jugs, Blake had reached his limit. The fact he didn't suffer internal bleeding and end up in the hospital was already quite fortunate. n).OVelbIn

The next players, facing William, felt chills down their spine and broke out in cold sweats.

Blake was a sales representative in their department, spending at least 360 days a year wining and dining.

Before working for Bella's company, he had worked in a Las Vegas casino. He was a master at dice, able to roll any number he wanted and discern dice results by sound alone. If Bella hadn't offered a high salary, such a talented individual wouldn't have been recruited.

Yet, someone of Blake's caliber had been bested by William.

"William... impressive! Let's keep playing!"

A minute later, another one was down in the bathroom.

"Let's play Texas Hold'em! Bring a deck of cards! No more dice!"

If skill didn't work, then they had to rely on luck.

But how would they know? With someone like William, luck seemed to always be on his side. Ordinary people challenging his luck were just asking for trouble.

Three minutes later, another one was down.

"Bro! Let's just drink!" The remaining, all in their forties, looked at William with tears in their eyes.

They couldn't beat him in games or in drinking; they had to leave it to fate.

William chuckled and said, "Why are you doing this to yourselves? You can't outdrink me. Even if you had ten more people, it would be useless."

The man sitting across from William gave a bitter smile, perhaps bolstered by the alcohol, and bravely said, "William, I acknowledge your drinking capacity, but if we can't get you drunk tonight, we might as well quit our jobs."

It dawned on William.

For him, it was just a game, hardly a challenge.

But for these men, tonight's drinking session determined their future livelihoods.

"Bella, let's stop. Consider it my loss." William suddenly felt the whole thing was pointless. Why should he entertain a young lady's whims?

Bella glared at William and retorted, "Then you have to agree to one condition."

"You go first," William replied. "I may not agree, but I'll hear you out."

Bella gritted her teeth, "We had a deal."

"I never agreed!" William chuckled, "Just tell me, what's the condition?"

Bella waved to the few strong men left and instructed, "You all go home. Those who are drunk, take them to the hospital. Whoever needs their stomach pumped, get it done. Tomorrow, collect your bonus from finance."

"Thank you, Vice President Bella!"

The men, feeling reprieved, stumbled out of the room. The three who were knocked out from drinking were carried away.

The remaining seven cast grateful glances at William.