Chapter 66

Chapter 67: Ten Pounds of Sorghum Wine

Without any warning!

This slap came suddenly!

Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling didn't even have time to scream, while Du Tianxiong instantly narrowed his eyes, knowing that Zhang Xiaolin wanted to vent his anger and also to humble Zhao Heng. He could have stopped it, but due to some testing mentality, he remained silent. Just as Zhao Heng was about to be slapped, he suddenly raised his hand to block his cheek.

"Bang!"

With no reduction in force, Zhang Xiaolin's slap hit Zhao Heng's wrist. He thought this slap would send Zhao Heng flying, but instead, a surge of power pushed back, causing Zhang Xiaolin's massive body to wobble, almost making him step back. Zhao Heng, however, remained motionless, just shaking his hand to relieve the pain:

"Boss Zhang, did you enjoy the hit?"

"Damn! You've got some skills!"

Zhang Xiaolin's mood instantly shifted from anger to amusement. The ferocity in his previous attack had turned into a smile. He waved to stop the three subordinates from rushing forward, then bit his lip and said, "But you only have a bit of skill. At most, you're a reckless fool. If I move my finger, my three thousand disciples will turn you into mincemeat."

"Du, are you tired of living, daring to provoke our Qing Gang?"

Zhang Xiaolin adopted a rough demeanor, then rolled up his left sleeve and said, "If it weren't for Boss Du, I would have killed you right now. Damn! You're so arrogant, you even dared to block my slap. What the hell are you? Do you really think you're Xu Wenqiang in Huanghai?"

In the next second, he slapped Zhao Heng again.

"Master Zhang..."

Zhang Xiaolin's left hand stopped with Zhao Heng's voice, as he felt a hint of danger. Then he heard Zhao Heng coldly say, "Although the Qing Gang is powerful, Zhao Heng is not a clay figure. The first slap was a gift for Master Zhang, but I, Zhao Heng, will not give a second gift!"

"If Master Zhang really thinks I am weak and can be bullied, then go ahead and slap me."

A glint of killing intent flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes!

Zhang Xiaolin's eyelids couldn't stop twitching. For the first time, he sensed danger. Perhaps if his hand moved just a bit more, Zhao Heng would launch a deadly attack. The three bodyguards, sensing Zhao Heng's killing intent, also stepped forward, their expressions serious as they looked at Zhao Heng.

Confused, yet on high alert.

The atmosphere was tense.

Du Tianxiong took out a cigarette: "Old Zhang, have you vented your anger?"

At the same time, he waved for Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling to go into the inner room, and had the waiter bring the food to both sides. Zhang Xiaolin, who had intended to slap Zhao Heng again, backed down when Du Tianxiong spoke. He had his three subordinates retreat to the door and then found a single sofa to sit on.

He always enjoyed the feeling of being alone, so he didn't like sitting with others.

"Since Boss Du has spoken, how can I dare to lose my temper?"

Zhang Xiaolin threw out a veiled threat, then naturally took out a box of women's cigarettes, lit one, and sized up Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng, as usual, remained silent, adhering to his principle of listening more, watching more, and doing less. He wouldn't overstep his bounds and only made the worst-case scenario plans.

The rough man, the women's cigarettes, revealed Zhang Xiaolin's true character.

"He is my daughter's friend, and I owe him a favor."

Du Tianxiong looked at Zhao Heng and calmly said, "I know he has a grudge with Brother Zhang, but since I, Du Tianxiong, have agreed to mediate, I hope both sides can forget the past. Even if you can't be friends, I don't want you to be enemies. Brother Zhang, please give me some face?"

He pointed at the calm Zhao Heng and added softly, "No matter how arrogant and domineering Zhao Heng is, he is still a young man. Didn't Brother Zhang also cause chaos in Huanghai when he was young? Why be so angry? So I boldly ask Brother Zhang to let him off. The Qing Gang brothers' medical expenses will be fully compensated by the Du family."

Du Tianxiong gave Zhang Xiaolin enough face: "What do you think, Brother Zhang?"

"Alright, since Boss Du has spoken, I, Zhang Xiaolin, will give him a chance. The medical expenses are also waived. The Qing Gang still has some money."

Zhang Xiaolin laughed heartily, showing no anger at Zhao Heng's actions against over a hundred of his subordinates: "But just apologizing with three cups of wine is not enough. The sincerity is really damn lacking. If Zhao Heng wants to erase the grudge with the Qing Gang, he must drink this ten pounds of wine. I guarantee all grudges will be erased."

"The Qing Gang brothers will also be satisfied!"

At Zhang Xiaolin's gesture, a ten-pound jar of sorghum wine was brought up. As soon as the red cloth was pulled off, a strong aroma of alcohol filled the air. Although this strong wine was fragrant, it also meant an astonishing concentration. Drinking ten pounds would either kill or cripple a person. Zhang Xiaolin looked at Zhao Heng with a playful expression: "What do you think? Am I sincere enough?"

"Finish it within two hours, and we are no longer enemies."

"One hand, one liang of wine, a hundred hands, ten pounds of wine!"

Zhang Xiaolin wiggled his fingers: "Zhao, you're getting a great deal."

Du Tianxiong glanced at the specially made sorghum wine, which was even stronger than vodka, and frowned slightly: "Boss Zhang, your sincerity sounds very sufficient, but how many people in the world can drink ten pounds of such wine? Even an elephant would struggle to survive after drinking this jar of sorghum wine."

"Is it too much?"

Zhang Xiaolin's smile was venomous, and he replied calmly, "Boss Du, it's not too much. One hand, one liang of wine, is already a favor for Boss Du. I had to go through great lengths to get the ten elders of the Qing Gang to agree to this peace wine. If Zhao Heng can't handle this, I will really be in a difficult position."

He put on a helpless face: "A hundred hands, ten pounds of wine, Boss Du, this is the bottom line."

Although Du Tianxiong had the strength to ignore this condition, Zhang Xiaolin's veiled threats made it difficult to say more. The Du family could directly pressure the Qing Gang to resolve the grudge, but to truly settle the matter, the Qing Gang needed to be convinced. Otherwise, Zhao Heng would still have future troubles, and Du Tianxiong's influence would be greatly reduced.

But Du Tianxiong also understood that Zhang Xiaolin's ten pounds of wine was not easy to drink. The young Zhao Heng would likely die after drinking it. This old man was truly ruthless, seemingly offering a chance for reconciliation but actually using strong wine to kill. Zhang Xiaolin's thoughts were as always, rough but meticulous.

He wanted to directly reject this method, but seeing Zhao Heng's calm expression, he was slightly moved: "Zhao Heng, Boss Zhang has thrown out the terms for reconciliation. Do you have the confidence to accept them? If you have the confidence, drink the ten pounds of wine. If you feel it's too difficult, you can choose not to drink."

"Do what you think is right, don't force yourself."

These words were meant to give Zhao Heng some backbone. If he really didn't want to drink, he didn't have to give Zhang Xiaolin face. Du Tianxiong would still use his influence to suppress the grudge, giving Zhao Heng a way out. Zhang Xiaolin also laughed heartily and waved his hand: "Boss Du is right, you can choose not to drink."

"Boss Zhang, you're stabbing with a soft knife."

In Zhang Xiaolin's playful laughter, a voice came from the door, soft and light, yet naturally seductive. The door was gently pushed open, and three women walked in with a charming laugh, instantly filling the room with a fragrant aroma.

The leading woman was dressed entirely in black: black top, black short skirt, black earrings, black ring, and even black flat shoes. However, she didn't wear black stockings, leaving her smooth legs and arms exposed. A blend of seductive and innocent charm flowed from her, a unique and elegant fusion.

This woman was classic, the type that men couldn't forget after a single glance.

Not just the gangsters like Zhang Xiaolin, even Zhao Heng's gaze was drawn to her. The charm she exuded was impossible to ignore or not be amazed by. Only Du Tianxiong remained calm, sipping his tea. The woman smiled gently: "Boss Du, I came uninvited..."

"I hope you can forgive me... but I couldn't stay away."

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