He casually took out a bottle of high-purity alcohol, "This is more refreshing to rinse with, kills germs."
Brian: ...
Damn, ran into a tough one.
If he drank, he would expose the special nature of his body.
If he didn't drink, his momentum would weaken.
Brian glanced out of the corner of his eye at Susan, who was devouring meat without a care in the world, and whose lips curled upwards confidently as he waved his hand, "Mr. Dean, Susan doesn't like it when I'm drunk, so let's forget it. I love her too much to make her unhappy."
Bang!
The bottle containing the alcohol was crushed by Dean.
That bastard!
This used to be the treatment he received!
Dean was squeezing the shards of glass in his palm into powder right in front of Brian's surprised eyes, casually sprinkling it to the side, "I've heard from Xide that you're quite strong..."
Brian licked his lips, "Indeed, but probably not as strong as you."
He was telling the truth.
