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Chapter 447 Can't afford to play tricks

Watching Lu Fan drink nine bottles of Shaodaozi Baijiu, he felt as happy as drinking cold water, without any discomfort or even the slightest bit of drunkenness.

Even his face was neither red nor white, and the nine guys opposite him were completely dumbfounded.

You know, this is 60% strong alcohol. Ordinary people cannot bear to drink even a pound of it. They will be completely drunk. Drinking too much can even kill someone.

Lu Fan was safe and sound, and said proudly, "Continue..." This was simply outrageous.

In order to win a hospital worth billions, a bunch of guys took off their coats and took off their coats at all costs.

The seven men simply went bare-chested, revealing various horrific tattoos.

Some of the tattoos are lion heads, some are tigers, and there are poisonous snakes wrapped around the arms, etc., which greatly changes their temperament. They are still disabled beggars, and they are like ruthless characters on the road.

As for the two women, they were wearing brightly colored underwear, with black skulls and cyan scorpions tattooed on them. Their skin was red, which gave people a strong visual impact.

Lu Fan snorted coldly, "Who are you trying to scare? It's just a tattoo. Who doesn't have one?"

Immediately, he ripped open his shirt and threw it to the beautiful apprentice Shen Yalan, revealing his strong body, with bulging muscles full of strength and beauty.

A lifelike golden dragon appeared on its back, its scales shimmering under the light, giving it an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.

"ah……"

After seeing the boss's golden dragon tattoo with their own eyes, everyone screamed and wondered, maybe the boss is also a promiscuous person, so no matter who comes to look for trouble, they will not be afraid at all.

The glasses were filled with white wine, and they, headed by Da Can, drank it one after another. After two kilograms of strong wine were consumed, Lao Jiu could not bear it any longer, and fell to the ground in a state of drunkenness.

Lao Ba, who still had some good looks left, looked at Lu Fan coldly and urged: "It's your turn, drink nine kilograms of white wine quickly."

"No problem." Lu Fan agreed readily, poured the wine in the bottle into the cup one after another, and drank nine more bottles of Shaodaozi like a whale swallowing a cow.

After drinking a full eighteen kilograms of liquor, he remained calm and composed, and the smile on his handsome face showed his charm.

Everyone present was stunned. After a brief silence, the medical staff spontaneously applauded and cheered enthusiastically.

Then came the third and fourth rounds, with members of the Nine Disabled Ones getting drunk one after another. After all, the stamina was too great and was unbearable. In the end, only the Disabled One remained sober.

And Lu Fan had already drank thirty-six bottles of liquor, which was extremely shocking.

Dacan's face was also flushed, and he was inevitably a little panicked, feeling that he was reaching his limit.

In desperation, the man came up with a new way of drinking. He poured a bottle of liquor into a cup, lit it with a lighter, and with blue flames, he and Lu Fan drank the burning liquor.

Everyone was dumbfounded and horrified.

Can I still drink this wine?

Don't burn your mouth and tongue and make them blister. It will definitely be miserable. It seems that the old guy is playing dirty tricks and is preparing to kill everyone.

You are ugly and disabled, anyway, it doesn't matter if you are broken or broken.

However, Lu Fan was young, handsome, and a super rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions. It would be a waste if he was burned and left scars.

As Lu Fan's eldest disciple, Shen Yalan's charming face showed anger, and she accused Dacan dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean, you can't afford to cheat?"

Many medical staff had the same thought and shouted angrily: "Isn't it? The old guy is really hateful and wants to disfigure Director Lu."

"You can't keep your words, and you will live like a dog for a long time."

Lu Fan looked disapproving, and waved his hand to tell everyone to calm down. He looked at the old guy opposite and shouted:

"It's okay to drink like this, but one drink is too little. Three drinks in a row is enough. Do you dare?"

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe that the boss actually agreed.

Lu Fan asked his men to bring over two new cups, and poured three glasses of white wine in succession. They were all lit on fire, and the blue flames shone, which was shocking.

Da Can was heartbroken and said unwillingly: "If you don't dare, just drink. The outcome depends on this."

The two of them raised their wine glasses almost at the same time, not afraid of the burning of the wine. They opened their mouths and drank it in big gulps. It was indeed a double blow, but no one was hurt.

However, Dacan, who had drank a total of seven kilograms of white wine, had reached his limit. His body was swaying, and he said vaguely with a red face: "If you come back if you have the guts, I have to convince you..."

However, before he could finish his words, he fell down and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

Looking at Lu Fan, who was sitting opposite, dense beads of sweat appeared on his naked body, flowing downward continuously, causing a large puddle of water to appear on the ground, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

The appearance of this scene made everyone more and more surprised. They felt that it was like a scene in martial arts novels. The knight used his internal strength to force the wine out of his body, so he could not get drunk after a thousand cups.

Basically, it's almost the same. Lu Fan's physique is different from ordinary people, and the Nine Dragons Wind and Cloud Technique is the most profound technique that can keep him safe and sound.

After a while, he stood up and ordered a group of security members to catch the sleeping scoundrels, tie them up with ropes, and carry them to the morgue in the backyard.

Lu Fan then asked his second apprentice, Mr. Jiang, to go to the pharmacy to get some Chinese medicine powder, mix it with colloid, knead it into pills, and put them in a porcelain bottle.

In the evening, Lu Fan walked out of the building and went to pick up a few prisoners.

In the eerie morgue, nine old guys were lying on the cold ground, guarded by several security guards, still asleep.

Lu Fan took out the electric shock device from his pocket and poked the guys respectively, making a snapping sound. The blue electric light shrouded Jiu Zan's body, causing them to tremble all over, and they opened their eyes one after another and woke up.

Seeing the electric shock device in Lu Fan's hand, Dacan asked in panic: "You... what are you going to do?"

Lu Fan said coldly: "It's nothing, I just want you to have a better memory. Listen to me. You lost the bet, so you know what to do."

"I..." Dacan was speechless for a moment, his old face showed a troubled look, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

After all, Boss Zhou of Tinghua Private Hospital was the employer, and he paid a lot of money to hire them to come and cause trouble. Before they could get away with it, they were all wiped out.

Lu Fan took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened the cork, poured out a pill that exuded an unpleasant smell, and stuffed it into Da Can's mouth, forcing him to swallow it quickly.

Dacan was even more horrified, "You...what did you give me to eat?"

Lu Fan said coldly: "This is a chronic poison red grass pill. If you don't obey, you will die from the poison."

"Ah..." Da Can was so frightened that his calves twisted, and he said hurriedly: "Isn't it good for me to be obedient? I promise not to have bad thoughts. Can you give me the antidote?"


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