Chapter 68

Chapter 69: Accepting the Challenge

There were still no signs of it!

Suddenly, the scar-faced man behind Zhang Xiaolin darted out like a cheetah. A fierce look appeared in his asymmetrical eyes, and his body, which had reached an extremely high level of flexibility, bent into an almost bizarre curve, accompanied by a powerful surge of energy. He kicked out with the intention of striking Ye Shishi's face.

Just as Zhao Heng sighed slightly, Yan Ruyu had already stepped in front of Ye Shishi, leaning back slightly, bending her waist to form a soft backward posture. At the same time, she extended her hand and slapped the joint of the scar-faced man's attack. A crisp sound echoed, and the trajectory of the scar-faced man's fist deviated.

At the same time, Yan Ruyu, still leaning back, rotated on the ground with her left leg as the center, turning 360 degrees. Her right leg then delivered a powerful kick, striking the scar-faced man's arm. The scar-faced man retreated three steps to the side, and Yan Ruyu also stepped back a few paces after retracting her right leg.

The floor clearly showed two marks from the excessive force.

The scar-faced man shook the arm that had blocked Yan Ruyu's kick, and with a grin that sent shivers down one's spine, he looked at her. Yan Ruyu, cold and frosty, positioned her hand in a Wing Chun stance. They had clashed a few times before, and she was well aware of his terrifying strength.

Zhang Xiaolin laughed loudly, pointing at Yan Ruyu and shouting:

"Scar, beat this bitch to death! Let the First Floor know our power."

Ye Shishi smiled disdainfully: "How about a life-or-death agreement?"

"Both of you seem to have forgotten my existence?"

Du Tianxiong, who had finished his tea, threw the cup on the table: "I set up this peace banquet to bring peace to Huaihai, but you two are fighting face-to-face? That's too disrespectful to me. Let's handle things one by one, and settle each grudge one by one!" He looked at Ye Shishi, who was leaning on Zhao Heng: "The First Floor doesn't want to meddle."

"Miss Ye, give me some face!"

As Ye Shishi's expression changed slightly, Zhang Xiaolin also ordered his men to step back, after all, this was Ye Shishi's territory.

At this moment, Du Tianxiong had already turned to face Zhao Heng, displaying his iron will and decisiveness: "Let's get back to the ten liters of sorghum wine. Zhao Heng, whether you drink this jar of wine or not, the Qing Gang won't bother you anymore. The difference is that if you drink it, Zhang will be convinced, and if you don't, he won't be. You decide."

Zhang Xiaolin's lips twitched, not expecting Du Tianxiong to support Zhao Heng.

Ye Shishi's expression softened, regaining her usual gentleness.

Just as everyone thought Zhao Heng would kick the sorghum wine away, he stood up from Ye Shishi's gentle embrace. He first looked gratefully at the woman who was as beautiful as Daji, then walked to the large wine jar and patted it, smiling faintly: "Chief Zhang, ten liters of sorghum, all grudges gone?"

"All gone!"

Zhang Xiaolin, touching his large head, shouted in a rough voice:

"***! My words are as good as gold. Don't you trust me? You should at least trust Boss Du, right?"

Zhao Heng's face showed no ripples, maintaining his usual smile. He always did things meticulously to leave no room for his opponents to argue. Otherwise, drinking ten liters of sorghum would be in vain: "If I drink this ten liters within two hours, what if the Qing Gang still bothers me in the future? I am alone and weak..."

"I'll destroy them!"

Du Tianxiong said without hesitation: "I guarantee it!"

What kind of training and what level of strength must one have to possess such confidence and composure?!

Zhang Xiaolin's eyelids couldn't stop twitching. Damn! Du Tianxiong is playing it too extreme. It seems I need to make Song Shijie's plan more thorough to avoid being caught by Du Tianxiong and having the Qing Gang destroyed. So he immediately said: "If you don't provoke us again in the future, the Qing Gang will not bother you."

"If you oppose the Qing Gang again, today's wine will be in vain."

Zhang Xiaolin spread his hands: "I can't let you trample the Qing Gang, can I?"

At this moment, Zhao Heng took a step forward, his smile playful and cold: "Of course, I won't unjustly invade the Qing Gang. After all, I'm not foolish enough to fight a whole organization to the death. But you're worried about me finding excuses to cause trouble, and I'm more worried about the Qing Gang finding reasons to deal with me. So we need to set a standard for any possible disputes in the future."

"Only then will we know who is intentionally causing trouble."

"Reasonable."

A faint smile crossed Du Tianxiong's face as he glanced at the indifferent Ye Shishi: "To prevent any malicious interference, if Zhao Heng and the Qing Gang have any disputes in the future, I will investigate the initial reason. If the reason is not convincing, I will ruthlessly suppress the party that caused the trouble."

"If it's due to someone's manipulation, I will kill the person who caused it."

At this point, Du Tianxiong poured himself a cup of tea, his voice becoming low and deep: "Although I, Du Tianxiong, can't control everything in Huaihai and don't have the same influence as the two of you in the underworld, I will always keep my word, even if it costs my life or the future of the Du family."

He was very humble, but his tone exuded authority.

Zhao Heng nodded: "Good!"

Zhang Xiaolin hesitated for a moment: "I accept."

Du Tianxiong waved his hand: "Good! It's settled!" He instantly shed his previous authority, returning to his usual self, with a gentle and kind demeanor: "I always hope for peace and prosperity, so today I wish the two of you to put aside your past grievances."

Ye Shishi looked up at Zhao Heng: "Are you really going to drink ten liters of wine?"

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Ye."

Zhao Heng picked up the wine jar, his face showing a bold expression:

"To resolve our grudges, what's ten liters of wine?"

Zhao Heng looked at the wine jar in front of him, shaking his head with a hint of disdain. This was the first time since entering the room that his face showed an emotion other than calm and composed, exuding a charm that made the women around Ye Shishi slightly dizzy, and Yan Ruyu recalled the battle at the Huaihai bar.

She knew Zhao Heng's confidence: he was sure of himself!

When Zhang Xiaolin proposed the condition of drinking to resolve the issue, Zhao Heng had already made up his mind. Others might find ten liters of sorghum daunting, but for him, it was no problem. In Lujia Village, he had often drunk with Uncle Feng and Lu Meng, always ending with the latter passed out while he remained sober.

Not getting drunk was something Zhao Heng had always been troubled by, but he never thought it would come in handy today.

"Whoosh—"

Twenty large bowls were placed on the table, filled to the brim with sorghum wine, each half a kilogram, totaling ten liters. The strong smell of the wine made even Ye Shishi and Du Tianxiong sigh inwardly. If it were them, they could barely drink two or three liters before passing out.

Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling had come out at some point. When they heard Zhao Heng was going to drink ten liters of sorghum wine, their expressions changed instantly. Ding Lingling was overjoyed, while Du Ziyang showed unmistakable worry, which Ye Shishi noticed, smiling inwardly at the thought of Du Tianxiong's future headaches.

The love between a princess and a stable boy is always tragic.

"Dad..."

Du Ziyang wanted to say something, but Du Tianxiong waved his hand to stop her without hesitation: "The matter is settled. Trust Zhao Heng." Having dominated Huaihai for many years, Du Tianxiong, though doting on his daughter, knew the limits of his affection. Besides, the conditions had already been agreed upon, and any change due to his daughter would only make things worse.

"Chief Zhang, the first bowl!"

Zhao Heng picked up the first bowl of strong wine, gulping it down quickly. His drinking speed was astonishing, and the bowl was empty in an instant, making everyone marvel at his boldness. However, Du Tianxiong and Ye Shishi both frowned, thinking Zhao Heng was drinking too fast, which would make him drunk more quickly.

Zhang Xiaolin also sneered: "Looking for death!"

He could drink ten liters of sorghum, but over a day. As the "Wine God" of Huaihai, he didn't believe Zhao Heng could finish it in one go. Even if he could, he would likely be dead from alcohol poisoning. National first-class drinking companions could only handle seven liters, and that was just for Maotai, over three hours. What was Zhao Heng? Just a nobody.

So Zhang Xiaolin didn't believe Zhao Heng could handle the ten liters of wine. He was satisfied with this underhanded plan. Even if Zhao Heng didn't die from alcohol poisoning, he would likely end up in the hospital with a bleeding stomach, and the ten liters of wine would be far from finished, making the agreement to resolve all grudges meaningless.

If the wine isn't finished, what grudges are being resolved?

The second bowl, gulped down.

Ye Shishi, who had been through many battles, clearly noticed that Zhao Heng's body didn't waver at all, and his face didn't show any signs of drunkenness. His eyes even seemed brighter. She judged that this man was a heavy drinker, but looking at the remaining eighteen bowls, she still shook her head: the game had just begun.

At some point, Zhao Heng had already picked up the third bowl of wine and drank it in one go, extremely gracefully.

The fourth bowl, the fifth bowl, the sixth bowl...

The sorghum wine Zhang Xiaolin brought was specially made. As Du Tianxiong had said, even an elephant could be knocked out by ten liters of this wine, let alone Zhao Heng. Zhang Xiaolin, confident in the potency of the sorghum, was still taken aback by Zhao Heng's unflinching drinking.

Fifteen minutes later, ten bowls of wine were already empty.

"The eleventh bowl!"

After drinking five liters of strong wine, Zhang Xiaolin and Ye Shishi didn't see any signs of drunkenness in Zhao Heng. His not-so-strong body didn't even wobble. If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol filling the room, everyone would have thought he was drinking water. Even Du Tianxiong put down his tea cup, his eyes showing a playful smile.

A thousand cups and not a single drink?

He smiled faintly: This man always surprises me!

Du Ziyang, however, showed worry and concern. If it weren't for her father holding her hand, she would have rushed forward to stop Zhao Heng from drinking. Although Zhao Heng was fine and not drunk, the strong wine in the bowls was real and harmful to the body, but her father held her back, preventing her from taking any action.

"Clank!"

After finishing the thirteenth bowl, Zhao Heng threw the bowl on the table and glanced at Zhang Xiaolin:

"Chief Zhang, your wine is a bit lacking."

"Your sister, 73 degrees, and it's still lacking?"

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