"Boy, you're asking for a beating." The man said with a fierce expression.
Yao Hanxing, who had been standing by and pretended not to see anything, finally stood up at this time. He forgot to tell his friend Han Sanqian how powerful his skills were. This matter must not be solved with fists, otherwise he would suffer a big loss. After all, he
The bodyguard hired by his father was also kicked unconscious by Han Sanqian.
"Calm down, calm down, give me some face, don't be so angry." Yao Hanxing stepped forward as peacemaker, and the man's anger calmed down a little.
"Don't fight. This kid is very powerful. Find another way." Yao Hanxing deliberately leaned into the man's ear and said.
Such a little kid is very good at fighting?
Although the man didn't believe it, Yao Hanxing said this, perhaps because he didn't want to make the matter too obvious, so he had to change his strategy.
Han Sanqian found a corner and sat down to avoid disturbing their interest.
But sitting in the corner doesn't mean that it doesn't matter.
Soon, another person walked up to Han Sanqian holding a wine glass.
"Since we are friends, let's have a drink together. If you don't drink in a nightclub, you don't follow the rules." The man said.
Han Sanqian waved his hand directly. Drinking had never been his hobby, and the other party was obviously deliberately trying to cause trouble, so Han Sanqian didn't bother to answer.
"Little brother, you can't. You won't even get a glass of wine. We're just hanging out together. You don't have any ability at all?" the man continued.
"Little handsome boy, let's have a drink. You shouldn't be afraid of getting drunk."
"Don't worry, my sisters won't eat you. Your small body is not big enough for us to play with."
"It's just that we don't like little fresh meat like you."
Everyone in the box seemed to be on the same side, sneering at Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian was not irritated by these few words and said with a normal expression: "I have no interest in wine."
"Then are you interested in women?" A slender girl sat directly next to Han Sanqian, the strong smell of perfume hitting her nostrils.
When she deliberately put her hand on Han Sanqian's thigh, Han Sanqian felt an inexplicable nausea, which was worse than eating shit.
"Take your hand away, don't make yourself miserable." Han Sanqian said mercilessly.
"Little brother, you speak so arrogantly. You are a man. Just have a few drinks with me and don't show off your words." The woman said disdainfully.
"Yeah, drink it if you can."
"If you can drink her, we will never make things difficult for you again."
"If you can't drink it, go and stand outside the door. Don't disturb our mood."
A group of people shouted and shouted with disdain.
Han Sanqian stood up directly and walked out of the box.
"Damn it, this kid is so useless."
"Old Yao, who on earth is this person? He's too cowardly. It's really boring."
"Hey, he's just a kid. He shouldn't be in a place like this. Why bother with a waste like him? Let's play with ourselves."
Yao Hanxing didn't say anything, but he just felt a little strange that Han Sanqian just left like this? No way, wasn't he very arrogant when he was at the Yao family?
Although he is indeed the good-for-nothing young master of the Han family, compared to his previous attitude, he seems to be a completely different person.
After a while, Han Sanqian returned to the box.
Those people didn't even look at him.
Following Han Sanqian into the box, there were two waiters, each carrying a tray of wine, each with thirty glasses, and placed them on the table.
"What does this mean?"
"What are you playing for? I've never seen it before."
"These wines don't look ordinary."
Everyone looked at the wine on the table in confusion, not quite understanding what Han Sanqian wanted to do.
Yao Hanxing became very interested in this and couldn't help asking Han Sanqian: "What does this mean?"
"This is called the Road to Hell. There are thirty glasses of wine in total. Each glass has a higher alcohol concentration, from low to high. If you finish it within two minutes, you will win. Aren't you going to play? Who will do it?" Han Sanqian
asked.
This sentence made several women look at Han Sanqian with admiration. They thought that this guy left the box and behaved with his tail between his legs, but they didn't expect that he would play such a trick.
Road to Hell, such a fresh gameplay, I have never heard of it.
"This little guy really has a temper."
"But it's only thirty cups. It's not a big deal."
"I don't know how high the concentration was in the last cup."
A woman tried to pick up the last glass of wine, stuck out her tongue and tasted it, and suddenly her tongue started to feel numb.
"Bah, bah, bah, what is this? It's so spicy, so pungent."
"This is Polish distilled vodka, with an alcohol concentration of 96%. Just one sip will make your lips and tongue numb." Han Sanqian explained.
"Ninety-six!"
"Damn it, this is higher than ordinary disinfectant alcohol!"
"Is this something people can drink?"
Everyone showed their shock. They drank to find the pleasure of alcohol numbness, not to risk their lives.
The alcohol concentration is ninety-six, if this goes wrong it could kill someone!
"Are you kidding? What's the difference between this and drinking alcohol?" said the first person to embarrass Han Sanqian.
"Don't you want to play? Now you don't dare?" Han Sanqian said with a faint smile.
Young people are most afraid of being superior, and the easiest way for them to get superior is to lose face in front of women.
There are so many women in the box. If you give in, you will lose face.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, who says I don't dare? Just play, but I've made a deal first. If you die, it has nothing to do with me."
Han Sanqian didn't say much nonsense, just picked up a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.
When the man saw this, he followed closely.
The atmosphere in the box suddenly changed, and everyone looked at the two people nervously.
Han Sanqian's movements were smooth and fluid. Every time he drank a glass of wine, he would quickly pick up a second glass without any buffering time.
On the other hand, the other person's performance was particularly uncomfortable, but when he drank the fifth cup, it was as if a fire had been lit in his stomach, which made him particularly uncomfortable.
"Damn, this kid is so fierce."
"His water can't be boiled water, how is that possible?"
Someone made such a guess, and naturally someone went to find out. He picked up the wine glass that Han Sanqian drank from, rubbed it with his fingers and put it into his mouth. When he felt the strong stimulation, he denied that Han Sanqian had drank it.
is the term for boiled water.
"I really can't tell, this guy is too fierce."
Han Sanqian drank one cup after another, making people dumbfounded. Even Yao Hanxing, who had always looked down on Han Sanqian, couldn't help but look at Han Sanqian with admiration.
