Chapter 461
Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Liam went downstairs, gathered up some people who could hold their liquor, and told them about his plan. They hit it off immediately and agreed to his plan on the spot.
âDamn, that b*stard is nothing more than a good-for-nothing leeching off his wife. How dare he yell at us?! We should teach him a lesson.â
âLiam, thatâs not a bad idea! With so many people on our side, weâll drink him to death!â
âDo we even need so many people? I can finish him off alone!â
âYeah, thatâs right! Weâll let our self-proclaimed Dionysus face off against him! Once we get him drunk, weâll strip him naked and throw him out into the streets. Itâs going to be interesting.â
âHahaha! Thatâs a great ideaâ¦â
While they were roaring with laughter, a wretched-looking man suddenly said, âWhy donât we get Sasha drunk too?â
Everybodyâs eyes lit up. If we got Sasha drunk tonight, wonât we be able to take advantage of her too?
Similarly, Liam was tempted by the idea. After all, he had his eye on Sasha for a long time now. If I take this opportunity to get Sasha drunk and have my way with her, wonât that be killing two birds with one stone? Of course, Iâd have to get Demi drunk too. Otherwise, I wonât be able to do as I please. As those thoughts crossed his mind, he became eager. âLetâs do that then! But, we need to drink Matthew under the table first! Gentlemen, that small fry underestimated us so much that he dared to raise his hand against us. As he is my brother-in-law, I am not in a position to teach him a lesson. Later, letâs toast him and play nice with him. Once heâs drunk, weâll get our revenge!â
When everything was ready, he asked Demi to go upstairs to get Sasha to come down. At first, Sasha had no plans to go downstairs. Unfortunately, she couldnât win against Demiâs persistent badgering.
Demi claimed that her friends wanted to apologize. If Sasha refused to go downstairs, she would be deemed disrespectful. As such, she would be forced into a difficult position later on.
In the end, Sasha and Matthew went downstairs and discovered that everybody else was sitting in the living room, smiling brightly as they waited for Sasha and Matthew to arrive. As soon as the two of them arrived, the self-proclaimed Dionysus stood up immediately and pushed a huge glass of alcohol toward Matthew. âMr. Larson, President Cunningham, Iâm sorry for what happened just now. We went a little overboard with our pranks as well as our behavior. For that, I sincerely apologize to you both. I toast this glass in your honor!â After saying that, he downed the entire cup in one go.
That was a huge glass of alcohol. Normally, it took a normal person several attempts before they could finish the entire glass. However, he chugged it down without a change in expression. Thus, everybody cheered him on.
At that moment, a few men came over with two similar glasses of alcohol. Then, Dionysus smilingly said, âMr. Larson, President Cunningham, cheers!â
Matthew frowned. What a huge cup of alcohol. They call this an apology? Theyâre obviously looking for trouble! âYour apology is enough. Thereâs no need to drink. Besides, weâre not close enough to be drinking together in this manner,â he replied coldly.
In response, Dionysus said, âMr. Larson, your actions right now are not very sincere. Iâve already drunk my share, so you should, at the very least, drink a little too. Arenât you being too disrespectful to me by refusing to drink?â
The people crowding around them started jeering too. âThatâs right! He drank his share! Why arenât you drinking?!â
âWow, how can he be so arrogant just because heâs a little rich? Heâs looking down on us!â
âDoes he think so little of other peopleâs dignity? How can he be so disrespectful? How can a person like that exist?â
âIs this even about drinking? Itâs a matter of being polite!â
Using all sorts of methods, they tried to force Matthew into drinking. On the other hand, Dionysus lifted his glass and said gently, âMr. Larson, Iâm a decently well-known figure among our circles. Itâs just a glass of alcohol. Canât you at least do that for me?â
Matthew glanced at Dionysus indifferently. âLet me warn you; donât come asking for trouble!â He had cultivated the Divine Skill, so his internal strength was not weak. What is a little alcohol to me? I can use my internal strength to force out the alcohol from my body at any time. If this Dionysus were to compete with me, he is just asking for death!
On the other hand, Dionysus sneered, âAsking for trouble? Does that mean you can hold your liquor well, Mr. Larson? I would like to see and experience it for myself. Come, Mr. Larson; let us see you in action!â
The crowd roared with laughter. All this while, they had never seen Dionysus drunk before. Therefore, wasnât Matthew courting death by trying to compete with him?