The dishes were served on the table one after another, and Vincent started eating eagerly. He specializes in meat. Human food is a bit salty for orcs. Fortunately, there is beer next to it, so Vincent eats a few bites of meat and drinks a big sip of beer.
Fatty and others were eager to persuade him to eat at first, but within a minute they became dumbfounded.
The piles of dishes on the dinner table seemed to Vincent to be just one bite. He picked up one plate and shoveled it all into his bowl. After finishing it in a few bites, he reached for the second plate.
In just one minute, the salt-baked chicken, a large plate of beef and other meat dishes as the main course all went into Vincent Dao's stomach.
The fat man swallowed his saliva, waved to the boss and said, "Here, add a few more dishes."
"Okay." The boss smiled and walked over with the menu.
The fat man, the tall man and others looked at each other for a few times, gritted their teeth and ordered another portion of the meat that Vincent had finished eating.
Seeing that Brother Hu had eaten so much and still hadn't finished eating, the fat man broke out in big sweats on his forehead. He pried open a bottle of beer and handed it to him: "Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger drinks. He only eats vegetables and gets thirsty."
Vincent was also very salty, so he drank the beer in one gulp. Gradually he tasted the delicious taste of the beer and felt that it was quite pleasant to eat like this.
The fat man hurriedly took another bottle of beer and pried it open. This dish is expensive, but beer is cheap. Let's feed the boss with beer.
Therefore, under the influence of his own needs and the efforts of Fatty and others to save money, Vincent accidentally got drunk.
"Boss? Boss, do you want to have some food?"
The fat man's shiny face was like a big meat dumpling, greasy and slightly shaky.
There were three empty beer bottles on the table, and more than two of them had beer in Vincent's stomach.
Vincent pressed his temples, his face suddenly darkened, and he stood up.
Drinking too much wine seems to make you feel uncomfortable. Oh no, this state is not safe.
Vincent stood up and walked out.
"Brother Tiger, have you eaten?" The tall man stood up quickly and winked at his companions who looked like vegetables.
Those few people understood immediately and hurriedly took the fat man to discuss.
"I only have one hundred and fifty, what about you?" one person said.
"I'm fifty," said the fat man.
"Fuck you, we have to split it evenly, don't try to get away with it."
"Okay, why don't you just cushion it first? I'll make up for it tomorrow." The fat man raised his hands in surrender.
Several people scraped together the meal money, and the tall man had already chased Vincent into the street.
Vincent's face was slightly red, but his steps were steady and fast. If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol on his body and the unopened bottle of beer in his hand, he wouldn't have been a drunk person at all.
The tall man with long legs had a hard time following him as he trotted. He wanted to help the boss back, but looking at the boss's appearance, he didn't look like he was drunk.
"Brother Hu, where do you live? I'll take you back." The tall man panted and followed Vincent.
"No need." Under the interference of alcohol, Vincent did not pay attention to restraining his emotions, and his domineering attitude was unmistakable.
Gao Xiu suddenly remembered the way the boss walked up to him that night and looked at him coldly. His body trembled and he froze on the spot.
"Brother Tiger, how can we contact him?" Seeing Brother Tiger walking far away, Gao Xiu remembered this crucial moment and asked quickly.
Vincent kept his pace and said without looking back: "I will go find you."
His voice was not loud, but it reached Gao Xiu's ears clearly even from a distance, and even made his eardrums tremble.
Gao Xiu entered the world of martial arts in a trance for a moment, and thought to himself: Is this the legendary internal power