Chen Fan's voice was plain, his tone unfazed.
On the supercar side, most of the men were already drunk and slow to react.
It was the girls who had tagged along who snapped out of it, letting out screams and cheers.
Han Tong was taken aback, not expecting Chen Fan to ask for different liquor and different cups.
Erguotou was no match for this Crown vodka.
Yang Di let out a cold laugh.
On his side, most people were also done for, but he still had a trump card.
Besides Lu Dong, who sat in front of Chen Fan, there was another person behind him, also from the Lu family, named Lu Liang.
These brothers were known for their drinking prowess and respected Yang Da Shao's face, coming to support him with just one call.
Therefore, even if Chen Fan drank a whole bottle without incident, Yang Di didn't take it to heart.
Chen Fan's requests, in his eyes, were mere posturing.
This was merely Han Tong's last struggle.
The bartender was stunned and looked at Han Tong and Yang Di.
"Change it!"
"Give him a change!"
Han Tong and Yang Di exchanged glances and immediately agreed.
The bartender went to get the items. Erguotou was a rare find in a bar, but they naturally had ways to obtain it quickly.
"Changing the liquor won't help!"
Yang Di said with a cold laugh, addressing Chen Fan, "Don't you know that the Lu family brothers are known as 'Wine Gods' in the Eastern City drinking circles?"
"Wine Gods?"
Chen Fan glanced at Yang Di and said, "Then I am a Wine Immortal!"
Some of the girls laughed at this, their eyes sparkling as they looked at Chen Fan.
If Chen Xing'er wasn't by his side, some would have already sat on Chen Fan's lap, looking for an opportunity tonight.
From racing on Yanping Mountain to becoming the King of Cars, and then that bottle of vodka just now, all of it exuded a charm and aura that they found novel.
"Wine Immortal?"
Lu Dong, sitting in front of Chen Fan, sneered and said, "In my life, I've never been drunk. Let me tell you, even if you drink yourself to death here, it's none of my business!"
Chen Fan smiled and asked, "What's your name?"
"Lu Dong. Remember my name. After tonight, you can quit drinking, because the smell of alcohol will make you want to vomit!"
Lu Dong said proudly.
Chen Fan shook his head. "I asked for your name because not many people are qualified to drink with me. This evening is a coincidence. You will remember this incident for the rest of your life as the most glorious moment of your life!"
Lu Dong was stunned.
Yang Di and the others were astonished, then burst into laughter.
"You really have the nerve to flatter yourself?"
"Drinking is the most glorious moment? Such a show-off!"
"You talk big, but I wonder if your drinking capacity is as impressive as your boasting!"
"..."
Yang Di's side mocked him freely.
Meanwhile, the girls behind Chen Fan screamed.
Wei Bingying, her senses dulled by the alcohol, looked at Chen Fan's profile, her gaze suddenly becoming hazy.
This man gave her an unprecedented feeling.
Though his words sounded incredibly arrogant, they seemed natural coming from him, and she felt as if it were the truth.
Just like when he called all supercar enthusiasts trash on Yanping Mountain, she was waiting for Chen Fan to prove his words right.
Her heart fluttered.
If she could fulfill the bet before the race and spend a night with this man, it didn't seem so bad?
Her thoughts swirled, and she couldn't help but giggle foolishly, thinking she might have really had too much to drink.
The bar attendant brought over a case of Erguotou and placed two large bowls on the table.
"How can one case be enough?"
Chen Fan glanced at it and said, "Bring a few more cases!"
As he spoke, he opened a bottle and poured it into a large bowl.
A bottle of 72-degree Erguotou only filled a large bowl a little more than halfway.
"I'll pour the wine!"
Seeing Chen Fan's pouring action, Wei Bingying's heart stirred. She sat beside Chen Fan, her eyes blazing, and poured wine for him.
Her heart pounded wildly. She picked up a bottle of Erguotou and filled Chen Fan's bowl.
Over there, Lu Dong smiled and also filled his own bowl.
"It's been some years since I've had this wine."
Chen Fan turned to Wei Bingying and said, "Although it's the cheapest strong liquor, it can save lives. A small sip in the freezing cold can warm up the whole body!"
"Were you in the army?" Wei Bingying immediately guessed and asked.
Chen Fan nodded and said, "I'll drink this bowl for them!"
He lifted the bowl, his hand as steady as a rock, not spilling a single drop. He took a long, slow breath and, without haste, finished the entire bowl in one go.
Unlike the vodka with ice, Erguotou was not only fiery going down but also burned like fire as it passed through the throat.
Wiping his lips, Chen Fan seemed to see comrades with whom he had shared life and death, raising their bowls, singing military songs, shouting slogans, and downing this large bowl of wine in one go.
"Great!" The girls from the supercar circle cheered, screaming, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Chen Fan.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I'll keep you company tonight!"
"King of Cars, drink him under the table, let them know how amazing we from the supercar circle are!"
"..."
Lu Dong opposite him looked slightly serious. He picked up his bowl and also drank it down in one go.
However, his hand was far from as steady as Chen Fan's. He spilled a lot when he lifted it, and as he drank, the wine also dripped down his chin, making him look quite disheveled.
The supercar circle naturally wouldn't let this pass. Although most of the supercar enthusiasts had either passed out or fled, the girls still loudly criticized.
"Have you no shame? You spilled so much, are you a three-year-old? You spill this much while drinking?"
"Exactly, cheating like this, don't you think it's too silly?"
"What Wine God? The wine is spilled!"
"..."
Yang Di and the others had grim expressions.
However, no one argued. What was the point of arguing with a group of brainless women?
Chen Fan, however, waved his hand, signaling Wei Bingying to pour more wine.
Wei Bingying continued to fill the bowls.
Chen Xing'er was a little worried and said, "Brother, maybe you should drink less?"
Chen Fan waved his hand and said, "It's fine, this amount of alcohol won't get me drunk."
He remembered the times he drank with his comrades in the harsh battlefield filled with gunfire.
Besides that, there were the farewell drinks.
Knowing they were going to certain death, they still rushed to complete their missions, drinking Erguotou the night before they left, casting aside life and death.
Under Wei Bingying's exceptionally bright gaze, Chen Fan drank it all down.
Lu Dong gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate either.
But halfway through this bowl, there was a noticeable pause and gasp. Finally, under the urging of the girls, he finished it.
Of course, he still spilled quite a lot.
His drinking capacity was naturally good, but with such a large bowl in one go, he could feel the liquor churning in his stomach, and the drunkenness was surging upwards.
Having grown up around alcohol, he knew he needed to take a breather and rest before continuing, or he might throw up.
But this clearly broke the rules.
Chen Fan's third bowl was quickly filled.
He lifted it, and Chen Fan still drank it down in one go.
Staring at Chen Fan, Lu Dong saw that Chen Fan's eyes were as clear as if he hadn't drunk anything.
With a bitter smile and a sense of helplessness, he picked up his third bowl and managed to finish it.
After drinking it, he felt his stomach churning and quickly got up and rushed to the restroom.
"Pfft..."
A chorus of jeers erupted. The girls from the supercar circle unceremoniously burst into laughter.
Chen Fan smiled and looked at Yang Di.
Yang Di didn't seem worried. He looked at another young man.
Lu Liang, from the Lu family, was also a teetotaler. He was Yang Di's last trump card.
However, what he failed to notice was that Lu Liang's eyes held a hint of apprehension.
"Brother Jiao, how are you feeling?"
Continuing to pour wine, Wei Bingying licked her lips and asked Chen Fan with concern.
Han Tong also asked, "Brother, do you want to take a break?"
His implication was that he and the remaining few would hold the fort, giving Chen Fan a chance to sober up.
Little did they know, Chen Fan was in high spirits, having only drunk about thirty percent.
"Actually, I've never been truly drunk."
A hint of sadness appeared in Chen Fan's eyes as he said, "In my most painful and guilt-ridden moments, I wished this liquor could numb me, make me forget everything. But it only made me clearer, and more in pain!"