"Ah, how did I miss that?" Liu Wenxing exclaid in surprise, scrutinizing Li Wenxuan’s face but noticing nothing amiss.
"You weren’t looking closely just now, so you didn’t notice. He hasn’t reached his limit yet; it’s not obvious now, but if he keeps drinking, the difference will beco apparent," Lin Tian said squinting towards the ongoing battle, "What’s more surprising is that Japanese, not even a frown while drinking such strong alcohol."
"Why do you say that? Can’t Japanese drink strong liquor?" Liu Wenxing asked, puzzled.
"Japan’s national drink is sake, which is modeled after our Huaxia’s rice wine and typically has a very low alcohol content, only about fifteen degrees. Japanese generally drink this type of alcohol, whether at weddings, bars, or regular dining tables, so it’s unexpected that he can handle such a strong drink," Lin Tian explained in detail.
"They must have co prepared, I heard there’s a drug that prevents drunkenness no matter how much you drink," Liu Wenxing said curiously.
"I don’t know, maybe there is, I heard about so spy drug that prevents drunkenness, but those are all legends. Who knows if it’s true?" Lin Tian shook his head and said.
"Wow..." A clamor arose, and the crowd had gathered around the drinking contest table, spectators exclaiming loudly, Lin Tian at this mont looked over and could no longer see what was happening.
However, that did not deter him, his penetrating gaze swept over, and he could clearly see the situation inside. It turned out they had started on the second glass of Hell Tequila, the Japanese man once again picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, and Li Wenxuan, not to be outdone, also tilted his head back and downed a glass.
Two glasses of Hell Tequila felt like arrows lit by hunters burning through their stomachs, a sensation that could make a man sweat coldly in discomfort.
Normal people can’t handle half a glass, let alone two. Although drinking contests were common in bars, spectators rarely saw Hell Tequila being used for contests, it took a lot of courage to drink it, and an imnse amount of willpower to do so without frowning.
The spectators’ blood was thoroughly boiling, especially after the bartender poured the third glass, everyone closely watched the drink on the table, all speculating how many glasses the two contestants could ultimately drink.
But no matter how many more they could drink, those two glasses were already enough to impress them.
"Wenxuan, you can bow out anyti if you can’t handle it. Just apologize. It’s an easy task, a true man knows when to flex and when to bend," Futian Shenyi said seriously, but the smile in his eyes was undeniable.
Futian Shenyi, you Japanese love to talk nonsense during contests, thinking it will break your opponent’s spirit, which is really laughable," Li Wenxuan glanced at him and scoffed coldly.
Then he slamd the table and shouted, "Bring another glass, one at a ti isn’t satisfying enough for , I want two at a ti."
"Wow..." This ti, the crowd let out an even louder gasp. Drinking two glasses at once was a recipe for spewing blood, so spectators who had tasted Hell Tequila turned pale even just thinking about it. Everyone turned to the Japanese man called Mr. Jingxia, to see if he dared to accept this challenge.
At this mont, Li Wenxuan demanded two glasses at once, and if Mr. Jingxia didn’t follow, it would an conceding defeat.
Mr. Jingxia’s face revealed a sneer, still speaking in choppy Huaxia, "You, Huaxia man, no good."
It was unclear whether that was the only Huaxia phrase he knew or if he was just being arrogant, but being told by a Japanese man that Huaxia n were no good for the second ti had already pushed the audience’s rage toward its limit.
The most outrageous part was, Bai Yufeng was also from Huaxia and yet his face showed no anger, as if his veins were filled with the blood of Japanese.
Li Wenxuan and Fan Lei, along with a group of brothers, had already clenched their fists, ready to swarm and beat up the darn Japanese the mont their leaders gave the word.
"You Huaxia people only know how to bully the few with the many, don’t you?" Mr. Jingxia not the least bit intimidated by the charged atmosphere, still sneered and said, "Heh, we Japanese n bet four cups at a ti, which of you Huaxia n dares!"
Although Mr. Jingxia’s words were stiff, everyone understood him—four cups in one round! At this, the audience dared not utter a sound; drinking four cups of Hell Tequila mixed together was no longer a contest, it was risking death.
This degree of alcohol, consud all at once in four cups, could at best scald the esophagus and stomach, and at worst cause stomach perforation leading to severe internal injuries. It was a gamble with one’s life, and no one dared to try it.
"Pour the drinks!" Li Wenxuan commanded with a stern face; fighting on ho turf, if he were to lose to a Japanese, how could he ever hold his head high before them again?
Fan Lei didn’t offer any advice either. Instead, he turned back and whispered to a companion, "Get ready, if Wenxuan has an accident, imdiately call an ambulance." His companion nodded solemnly in response.
The bar fell silent, the music from the speakers paused, leaving only the "ding-dang" sounds of the bartender arranging the glasses. The bartender added three glasses to each spot on the table, along with one larger goblet.
The bartender then filled four glasses with the prepared Hell Tequila for each competitor and poured them all into the goblets. Li Wenxuan and Mr. Jingxia both grabbed their goblets, gazing at each other while gulping down the liquor.
As the last of the liquor went down, both n set down their goblets heavily. Seconds later, both Mr. Jingxia and Li Wenxuan’s faces turned rapidly red, their eyes bloodshot, presenting a terrifying sight that left the audience too frightened to speak.
After one minute, Mr. Jingxia’s flaming red face surprisingly started to fade, though his eyes were still bloodshot, he looked almost normal.
In contrast, Li Wenxuan’s face not only remained red but seed to darken. Furthermore, the skin on his neck also started to redden, making him look like a cooked lobster.
Wenxing, we need to go over; Li Wenxuan can’t hold on," Lin Tian said with furrowed brows, then stood up and walked over, followed by Liu Wenxing and Lu Jia.
Lin Tian could have intervened earlier to stop the drinking bet, but he had chosen not to. He knew that doing so would have undermined Li Wenxuan’s face, making it impossible for him to hold his head high.
Li Wenxuan was a man with a proud heart, who liked to take risks. His veins ran with hot blood, and in spite of his admiration for Lin Tian, he would not want to hide behind Lin Tian and be a coward.
Now, Lin Tian was intervening because these concerns no longer applied, as Li Wenxuan had proven his ttle and courage, shown no fear or retreat, and proved himself a real man.
"Look, Manager Lu is coming over." Suddenly, soone shouted, the cry sounding rather loud in the quiet bar.
"Who’s that young man walking in front of Manager Lu?" soone asked, puzzled.
"You really are out of the loop—that’s the real owner of the bar, Lin Tian!"
"Ah, it really is Lin Tian, just him alone took out Ma Xiangrong and his gang!"
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