The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 193 Not Good News

Daniel laughed. Brittany really seemed to be delivering everything needed for a good time—plenty of liquor and beautiful women. He could already imagine how wild the night would be.

Entering the private room, Daniel saw tables laden with bottles of vodka. Impressed, he said to Brittany, "You surely know what I like!"

"Daniel, don’t you love vodka? I made sure to buy plenty for tonight! Since this is a welcome party for you, all costs will be reimbursed by Jessica. Everyone, feel free to drink as much as you like tonight. You should all thank Daniel, because there would be no vodka without him."

Brittany waved her hand and shouted to the crowd, "Daniel's here, let's get the party started! Tonight we're going to show him just how welcoming we can be."

With that, she gave a signal to a woman dressed in a plunging V-neck dress, her cleavage nearly escaping the confines of her outfit. This was Elizabeth White, the PR department manager. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Elizabeth filled two highball glasses with vodka—an unusually strong choice for a toast. She handed one to Daniel, "To you, Daniel!"

After her toast, she tipped her head back and downed her glass in one gulp. As the PR manager, Elizabeth's tolerance surpassed many men; she could outdrink a table full of men and still not be taken advantage of.

Since Elizabeth had drunk her share, Daniel had no choice but to follow suit. Barely setting his empty glass down, Brittany refilled it promptly.

"Keep going, Daniel!" Instead of her usual jab calling him 'country nobody,' she switched to 'Daniel' to keep the alcohol coming.

"I've just had a drink, haven’t I?" Daniel grinned at Brittany and asked cheekily, "Is it your turn now, Brittany?"

"There's a company rule," Brittany switched back to a less friendly tone. "If a woman toasts a man, the man must drink three times as much. So, you owe two more glasses, country nobody."

"Alright, if it’s three, it’s three."

Daniel reached out with both hands, taking two glasses and downing the strong liquor quickly without batting an eyelid.

Six shots of vodka down and Daniel was as steady as if nothing had happened. His face hadn’t changed color either. After all, with seven dragon spirits within him, nobody could match him in drinking. Not three glasses, not even three thousand would faze him.

Elizabeth, noticing Daniel's unchanged demeanor after six shots, raised her glass another time. "You sure can drink, Daniel! This one, I toast in honor of our girls in the PR department!"

She downed another vodka shot, and Daniel followed with three more.

Daniel had nearly finished two bottles on his own, but still, he showed no signs of inebriation.

Elizabeth took her seat, and a burly middle-aged, balding man stood up. This was William Johnson, the business manager and the person with the highest alcohol tolerance present. He could drink ten bottles of vodka in one go without needing to have his stomach pumped at the hospital.