Chapter 209 Spit Fire

• "You idiot," Patrick sneered, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Just wait for your stomach to rupture!" His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he continued, "What a country bumpkin. Never had real liquor before, huh? That was 96% Spirytus Vodka. Who in their right mind drinks that straight? A fool like you, I guess."
• A twisted smile stretched across his face. There was no way Lucas would escape the consequences of downing that entire glass. Patrick was certain that the pain would hit soon, and when it did, Lucas would be writhing on the floor, clutching his throat in agony.
• Stomach perforation, esophageal burns, permanent nerve damage ... This isn't something to mess with.