C460 You Can be President If You Want to

"Drink it!"

Michael's domineering voice sounded again. I looked at the black thing in his hand and frowned in disdain.

"What is this thing?"

I raised my head and looked at Michael in confusion. I thought to myself, 'The thing this man wants me to drink, is it poisonous?'

"hangover soup!"

He simply spat out three words. His eyes were still filled with anger as he looked at me