Futian Shenyi dared not drink himself, so he ordered his subordinates to be the cannon fodder and even used the spirit of the Samurai to pressure Mr. Jingxia.
Mr. Jingxia gritted his teeth, picked up the liquor cup, and drank, but being rely of mortal flesh and bone, he couldn’t withstand the power of the flas.
With a sizzle, the flas scorched his mouth, and instantly, several blisters popped up. Mr. Jingxia couldn’t hold on for long, after just a few sips, his hand shook, and the cup dropped, "bang" it shattered on the ground, breaking into pieces.
"Heh heh..." Mr. Jingxia clutched his mouth, uttering a painful heh heh noise. Nomura Tarou imdiately stood up, took out a small bottle, opened it, then pulled away Mr. Jingxia’s hand and poured so powdery substance into his mouth.
At this mont, everyone saw Mr. Jingxia’s mouth turn red, with big blisters forming, and his two lips swelled up like large sausages; the sight was both horrific and comical.
However, after using the powdery substance, the pain on Mr. Jingxia’s face lessened a lot, but the swelling in his mouth wouldn’t subside.
Lin Tian didn’t look at Mr. Jingxia, but instead narrowed his eyes and glanced at Futian Shenyi. He actually could command his subordinates to take such risks, which was nearly impossible in Huaxia. Mr. Jingxia seems not rely a bodyguard or subordinate, he could well be a house servant nurtured by Futian.
House servants are a product of an older era, but that doesn’t rule out their existence in modern-day Japan. As for whether Huaxia still has such remnants of the feudal era, Lin Tian couldn’t speculate. After all, he himself lived among the ordinary class; when it ca to classes like Ancient Martial Artists, he had seen only the tip of the iceberg.
"Brother Tian, I told you so, they cheated in drinking, so having such good painkillers, it wouldn’t be surprising if they had a special antidote for alcohol." Liu Wenxing said disdainfully, glancing at what Nomura Tarou held in his hand.
"Yeah, Brother Tian, just now I thought he was really impressive," Li Wenxuan also chid in.
Although no one fell in the recent drinking bout, Li Wenxuan was very clear that he was one step behind Mr. Jingxia; compared to him, he was still quite upset.
"You two don’t dwell on cheating; being able to cheat is a skill in itself, like gambling techniques; it’s basically trickery, and if you’re not caught, you’re considered great, a gambling god. If the Japanese can produce a special antidote for alcohol, it also requires skill. Don’t make excuses for your failure, think about how to beat him instead," Lin Tian said seriously.
Although he hadn’t had much interaction with Li Wenxuan, Lin Tian understood his character well: forthright and generous, brave yet lacking in strategy. Such a personality made him vulnerable to being taken advantage of. Lin Tian had a good impression of him and took the chance to enlighten him with a few words.
"Brother Tian is right; I am just impulsive, rushing in without assessing the situation of the Japanese, agreeing to the contest. If it weren’t for Brother Tian helping in secret, I would have already failed. That would not only have been a loss of my own face but would have also disgraced our people of Huaxia," Li Wenxuan reflected in a low voice, not being foolish enough to miss Lin Tian’s point.
While they spoke, minutes went by; Mr. Jingxia, having been treated with the powdered dicine, had his painful expression completely vanish, but the blisters on his mouth were still irreducible, leaving him able to only sit there, speechless.
Nomura Tarou put away the dicine bottle, looked at Futian Shenyi, and the two seed to have communicated sothing, with Futian Shenyi finally nodding his head in the end. Seeing the expressions of the two n, Lin Tian knew that today’s incident wouldn’t end easily; these Japanese would continue to cause trouble.
"Mr. Lin Tian, you also drank the blazing Hell Tequila, so why are you unhard?" Nomura Tarou glared at Lin Tian with his beady eyes and continued without waiting for his response, "I suspect you cheated, used so other ans, therefore, your victory is dishonorable!"
The little bastard really had no credibility. He cheated first and then tried to bla his opponent when he lost.
"Damn it..." Li Wenxuan couldn’t hold back any longer. It was bad enough that the little bastard wouldn’t admit defeat, but to slander his idol as a cheater made his fiery temper explode. He slamd the table and roared, "Damn it, you little bastard, if you can’t take a loss, then get the hell out of here and crawl back to Japan. And stop lecturing about the spirit of Bushido, pah, it’s worthless crap."
"Li Wenxuan, mind your language!" Bai Yufeng deliberately put on a stern face and said seriously, "Are you trying to incite hatred? When facing foreign friends, you’d better show so respect, otherwise if this turns into a diplomatic dispute, can you handle that?"
"Dispute my ass, Bai Yufeng, are you even a Huaxia person? Always siding with the Japanese, worse than pigs and dogs, you want my respect? You don’t deserve it!" Li Wenxuan cursed vehently, angering Bai Yufeng until his face turned ashen.
"Wenxuan, you can’t curse like that," Lin Tian said with a pat on his shoulder and a grin.
Li Wenxuan and the people around didn’t understand what Lin Tian ant. The cursing was satisfying, why wasn’t it okay? Were they supposed to let Bai Yufeng and the Japanese strut around them arrogantly?
"You should do it like this..." Lin Tian began, and with a quick motion, before the onlookers could see what happened, there were two crisp "slap slap" sounds, and Bai Yufeng and Mr. Jingxia were already flipped onto the ground.
The two of them shook their dazed heads and struggled to get up, their expressions twisted in pain. Everyone clearly saw the red palm prints on their faces; they had actually been slapped.
Everyone looked toward Lin Tian with astonishnt in their eyes—such speed, how did he do it?
"Wenxuan, although I’ve reminded you before not to be impulsive in what you do, I also said not to say so much useless stuff, but to think about how to defeat them. Look, it’s that simple to hit them," Lin Tian continued sitting in his chair casually, as if he hadn’t moved just a mont ago.
"Haha, Brother Tian is right. That’s how you teach a shaless person a lesson, to make them realize where they stand, who it is that gave birth to and nourished them! They eat the rice of Huaxia, tread on its soil, don’t be an ungrateful wretch!" Li Wenxuan was initially stunned, then burst into laughter, feeling even more relieved than before.
If you treat with respect, I’ll repay with respect, but if you try to ride roughshod over , I’ll pull you down and step on you! That’s what Lin Tian thought, and precisely what he did.
The others understood Lin Tian’s rationale and looked at him with admiration.
Futian Shenyi ignored his own house servants and instead glared at Lin Tian, exclaiming angrily, "Mr. Lin, your actions are a bit too bullying..."
"Enough talk..." Lin Tian raised his hand to interrupt him, speaking coldly, "Let’s cut the crap. You ca to my bar today for nothing but to pick a fight. Why bother with all that useless chatter? I’m giving you a chance now. Challenge by any ans you want, be it a battle of words or of martial arts, I’m ready. Bring it on!"
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