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Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young giant standing out from the crowd and walking slowly towards the center of the field.
This young man is naturally Wu Hui.
Seeing him, everyone finally reacted. There were seven giants participating in this drinking bet, and only six of them had competed so far, with the last one not yet on the field.
However, they couldn't be blamed for this. The battle between Garfield and McAllen was too tense and exciting, and both were so strong that they subconsciously regarded it as the final battle. In addition, Wu Hui had always been very low-key and had almost no presence.
It was not until now that Wu Hui officially walked out of the crowd that everyone noticed his presence.
His physique was not as muscular as McAllen's, nor was his temperament as sunny as Garfield's, but his aura was as firm and heavy as a rock. Under the dim light of the tavern, he had a more solemn and murderous aura.
Perhaps it was McAllen's behavior that really made him angry. At this moment, there seemed to be lightning in his dark eyes, and his glances were full of coldness.
The crowd of onlookers fell silent unconsciously.
Even the giant queen Irguli widened her eyes in shock.
Under everyone's attention, Wu Hui did not rush to compete with McAllen. Instead, he bent down and helped Garfield, who was lying in a pool of wine, and placed him on an empty chair next to him. He then asked the Green Yongren boss to send a few waiters to take care of him, and then returned to the center of the venue.
While he was doing this, everyone had recovered from the shock they had just experienced and couldn't help but start whispering to each other.
"Is this kid capable?"
"He looks quite imposing." A fat middle-aged giant, almost twice as wide as an ordinary giant, stared at Wu Hui's exceptionally handsome face with jealousy, and said sourly, "But as for drinking capacity, imposing is useless, you need to practice. This kid is too young, most likely he is just pretending to be mysterious."
"That's not necessarily true." A sturdy middle-aged woman standing next to him disagreed. "If you really can't drink, who would dare to stand up at this time? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
"It's no use having a little alcohol tolerance. Didn't you see how much Master Hogg drank? That's nine ice buckets of blade flames, at least four or five million tons." The fat middle-aged giant had the look of an experienced person and said firmly, "Even an old wine lover like me doesn't have much alcohol tolerance. How can this young man be better than him? Anyway, I don't believe it."
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman suddenly stopped talking.
No matter how much she likes the young and handsome Wu Hui, she doesn't dare to say that he can definitely beat Macallan. After all, Macallan's drinking capacity is really shocking.
The other giants did not have as much malice as the fat middle-aged giant, but they were not optimistic about Wu Hui's strength. Even the waiters of other races who were watching quietly in the air could not help but show expressions of regret.
They understood that Wu Hui wanted to help his friend get back on his feet, but drinking capacity is a matter of talent and strength. If you can't do it, you can't do it. You can't change the outcome just by intention.
They have seen many people gambling on drinking, and they have a good idea of how much the giants can drink.