The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 416

“I… I can still drink!”

Yvonne burped. Her cheeks were kissed pink, her speech a little slurred.

Each of them had taken in 12 glasses of beer at this point, and that was equivalent to around 30 bottles of beer per person! Fear and anxiety had silenced the crowd. They were tongue-tied at this state.

“Y—Yvonne, you...you look drunk! Stop drinking. Look at Fane; he’s still sober. Just give up, you’re not his opponent!”

It was obvious to Tanya that Yvonne could not hold it any longer, yet her stubbornness and pride pushed her on. She wanted nothing more than to see Fane falling onto the ground before her.

“I’m not drunk. I can still drink! I think Fane’s the one who can’t hold it in anymore, right?” Cue the drunken giggle from Yvonne. “He’s faking his condition right now!”

Yvonne babbled as she propped her head with one palm. She looked like she would fall at any moment.

“Pardon me, gentleman. My apologies, I didn’t mean to touch you!”

Not far away from Fane’s table, an apologetic voice interrupted the atmosphere.

Slap!

The sound of a powerful slap echoed in the air. “F*cker! Do you know how much my clothes cost? Do you think ‘sorry’ will do the magic?”

A thug with earrings stood up, swung his arm, and slapped a man square in the face. The unfortunate guy was wearing his working clothes with a delivery company logo stamped on it. “You’re just a delivery f*cker. How dare you touch me!” roared the hoodlum.

“How could you slap someone? He didn’t mean to touch you. Plus, the ground is too slippery! He wasn’t even hurting you; it was merely a light push!”

A plainly dressed woman ran over and pulled the beaten man aside. She met the thug in a staredown. “You can’t just beat someone up, even if he made your clothes dirty. We’ll pay for your clothes!”

The thug merely scoffed. “Pay for it? How are you going to pay? With your body?”

The man with earrings smiled wickedly as he leered at the woman before him.

The other thugs stood up and crossed their arms across their chests. Their eyes swept the scene, waiting for a daring soul to come up.

“You…”

The delivery man’s entire being trembled with rage, but he knew he could not afford to offend the other party. He could only swallow his frustration as he spoke, “One thousand bucks, right? I’ll pay for it.”

Fane, who was drinking on the other side of the stall, instantly recognized the voice. Was not this voice belonging to a good friend of his? His face immediately turned dark and his fists clenched.

He was the closest to this man back when he worked as a delivery man. The two often hang out and drink together.

It struck Fane that after five years, this good friend was still working as a delivery man.

It seemed as though these two must have just gotten off work and were about to have their dinner.