There was an opening, and Yang Di looked smug.
Han Tong’s face was grim.
He didn’t get along with Yang Di and didn’t want to lose to him in anything, drinking included.
But the other side was well-prepared, and his side was struggling to keep up.
Other than himself stepping in, there seemed to be no one else available.
“I’ll do it!”
Just then, a crisp voice rang out.
It was Wei Bingying, who walked over and sat at the table.
The others were stunned.
Han Tong’s eyes lit up.
He and Wei Bingying were friends, and he knew she had a considerable tolerance for alcohol.
However, having a woman step in made his side seem even more devoid of talent.
As expected, after Wei Bingying sat down, Yang Di’s side erupted in mockery.
“Well, well, you’ve sent a woman out to compete? Are you going to call your mom to come drink?”
“Are all of you in the supercar circle a bunch of losers, needing a woman to hold up the fort in the end?”
“With your meager drinking capacity, you dare come to a bar for fun? You’re a disgrace!”
Yang Di naturally wouldn’t miss the opportunity to criticize Han Tong. He said, “Han Tong, relying on a woman to drink in the end? Your child’s play supercar circle is truly laughable!”
*Clink…* Wei Bingying slammed her cup down heavily and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up? You look down on women? Weren’t you born of a woman?”
“Don’t say I’m bullying you. This person has drunk quite a bit. Let’s switch to someone else. Whoever crawls under the table first is a coward, a thousand-year-old turtle!”
“Oh, drinking with a beauty?” the middle-aged man chuckled and said, “No need to switch. It’ll be just you and me. Don’t say I don’t know how to cherish a woman; you drink half a cup, and I’ll drink one!”
“Who needs you to go easy on me?” Wei Bingying sneered, gestured to the bartender to switch her cup, and after adding ice and filling it up, downed the entire glass. “Come on, don’t just blow hot air!”
Her voluptuous figure and bold drinking style drew thunderous applause.
“Go, Bingying Jie!”
“Drink this bastard under the table!”
“Bingying Jie, I like you!”
“…”
The middle-aged man smiled and also downed his drink in one go.
The two went back and forth, drinking this potent liquor as if it were water.
The middle-aged man had already consumed no less than three bottles, yet he remained steady.
But even more surprising was Wei Bingying. After four or five consecutive cups, her face finally began to flush, showing signs of intoxication.
The middle-aged man’s face turned red, and his eyes grew hazy.
However, he clearly had no intention of admitting defeat to Wei Bingying.
Their duel attracted the attention of almost everyone. Other tables saw more and more empty seats, but no one paid them any mind.
At this point, the supercar circle’s fighting strength was indeed depleted. Yang Di was in no hurry; what he wanted more was to thoroughly humiliate Han Tong.
Finally, after another cup, the middle-aged man slumped down, unconscious.
“Hahaha, still boasting, huh?” Wei Bingying’s face was flushed crimson. She cursed, “Go back to your mom and sleep it off!”
On the supercar circle's side, those who were already drunk burst into laughter.
Wei Bingying had temporarily regained some face.
Yang Di sneered, “You’re just holding on. You’ve already lost!”
“Nonsense, Grandpa can still drink!”
“Come on, let’s continue. This little bit of alcohol is nothing…”
The semi-intoxicated people shouted defiantly, and more stumbled forward to sit down and continue their drinking battles.
Yang Di gestured, and a burly young man in his mid-twenties sat opposite Wei Bingying.
This man grinned and said, “I’ve been watching for a while. Drinking one cup at a time isn’t satisfying. How about a whole bottle?”
As drunkenness surged through her, Wei Bingying stubbornly retorted, “Bring it on, are you scared?”
Han Tong’s expression changed. He grabbed Wei Bingying and pulled her away, saying, “Wei Bingying, you can’t drink anymore!”
“I can still drink!”
Wei Bingying said.
Han Tong shook his head and looked behind him, but found no one else capable of fighting.
Song Baihua, Zheng Qingmo, and other core members of their circle had all been incapacitated, some even beyond consciousness.
Aside from some girls out for a night of fun, he couldn’t find anyone.
“Han Tong, admit defeat and get lost. Go home and have some fun.”
Yang Di, confident of victory, said smugly.
“More like go find your sister.”
Han Tong steeled himself and said, “Yang Di, you want me to admit defeat? Impossible!”
He picked up a bottle and started pouring it into his mouth.
But after a few gulps, he stopped, coughing.
This was Crown Vodka, over eighty proof, stronger than medical alcohol. He refused to back down, but he couldn’t withstand this.
The man opposite him smiled, lowered his bottle, and began to drink slowly, with composure.
The burning sensation in his throat seemed only to bring him enjoyment, not discomfort.
After coughing, Han Tong continued to drink.
After downing nearly half the bottle in one go, he couldn’t take it anymore and stopped, panting heavily.
“Han Tong, no matter how much you struggle, the outcome is predetermined!”
Yang Di said leisurely, “Do you know the background of some of the people here? They are descendants of the Lu family. You know the Lu family, right? Liquor brands like ‘Bainian Chun’ and ‘Huangcheng Niang’ are brewed by their family.”
“From the time they wore open-crotch pants, they’ve been immersed in their family’s distilleries, growing up smelling the aroma of alcohol. Every one of them can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You’ll die trying to win!”
“Yang Di, you… you’re too insidious. What’s the point of winning me?”
“No point!” Yang Di laughed. “As long as I win against you, I’m happy. It’s worth some favors and money.”
“There’s a saying, isn’t there?”
“Your unhappiness is my greatest happiness, haha…”
“Hahaha…” Many people on Yang Di’s side laughed along.
As the alcohol surged, Han Tong was furious.
Just then, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Han Tong flinched and grunted, “Don’t try to persuade me. I’d rather die here than admit defeat to such a scoundrel!”
“I’m not asking you to admit defeat, but to step aside and rest!”
A voice reached Han Tong’s ears.
Slightly tipsy, Han Tong found the voice somewhat unfamiliar. He turned his head and saw Chen Fan’s calm face.
He couldn’t help but be taken aback and said, “Chen… Brother, aren’t you not supposed to drink?”
Chen Fan pushed him aside, sat down in front of the man from the distillery, and said, “I don’t not drink; I just don’t drink in crowded places. I’ll make an exception today.”
The man opposite him put down the empty bottle and, without a blush, said dismissively, “Haven’t finished yet, Young Master Han Tong?”
Han Tong grunted, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely finish this bottle!”
“I’ll drink it for him!”
Chen Fan picked up a bottle, poured it into a cup, and downed it in one go.
Then came the second cup, the third, the fourth.
After drinking four cups in a row, which was a whole bottle, Chen Fan’s expression remained calm.
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Chen Xing’er said with astonishment, placing her hand on Chen Fan’s shoulder, “Are you serious?”
Han Tong was also a little stunned.
Chen Fan, who didn’t drink before, had just chugged a bottle and seemed unfazed?
Wei Bingying’s heart, however, stirred.
The cup Chen Fan was drinking from was the one she had used earlier.
When Han Tong arrived, he drank directly from the bottle and hadn’t touched that cup. But Chen Fan had picked it up and drunk from it directly.
This made her feel a hint of shyness, and her face flushed slightly. However, since she was already flushed from drinking, it was imperceptible.
After putting down the cup, Chen Fan said, “This cup is too small. Bring a large bowl. And the wine isn’t strong enough. Bring on the Erguotou!”