"Sir, you have drunk enough already. If you drink more, you'll die."
In the bar, the server advised.
However, Christopher ignored these words. Bottle after bottle of wine were poured into his stomach.
A dozen empty bottles was lying on the ground. A bottle of several hundred thousand dollars of wine was drunk by him as if it was the cheapest white wine.
The bar could earn at least tens of millions tonight. But if he had something wrong in the bar, it would suffer a lot.
Christopher pushed the bartender who was persuading him. He yelled, "Whoever f*****g persuades me again, I'll kill them!"
Expletives he had never been spoken before spilled out of his mouth.
He pointed to his chest and laughed, "You know nothing about me! Do you see here? My chest hurts much like hell!"
When the bar
