Chapter 84

Last time, Scarface had attempted to make a move on Sister Tong, but was dealt with by Lin Yihang. This guy was very self-aware, knowing that he couldn't match Lin Yihang in terms of background or fighting skills. Even though he and his group couldn't beat Lin Yihang alone, he still admired him. Instead of harboring resentment, he had been very considerate to Sister Tong these days. Whenever Lin Yihang came over, he would call him "Young Master Lin" respectfully, clearly wanting to be on good terms.

"Young Master Lin, come sit down and have a drink! I heard you can drink a lot!" Scarface smiled warmly and invited him enthusiastically.

"That's right, Young Master Lin, have a drink with us!" The other small-time hooligans nearby were also very polite.

This drew the attention of many people around, who looked at Lin Yihang, speculating about his identity. Scarface and the other hooligans were notorious in the area, and many people were afraid of them. Yet, they were so respectful to this young man, indicating that he must be someone important.

Lin Yihang looked up and saw Sister Tong not far away, with several people queuing up to buy something. Business was booming. It seemed he would be idle if he went over, and he had only eaten a little earlier. Now, smelling the aroma of the grilled lamb skewers, he was really hungry.

"Alright!" He nodded in agreement.

"Hahaha, Young Master Lin, please sit down!" Scarface was genuinely happy.

Lin Yihang, with his background and skills, was someone he wanted to befriend.

"Boss, hurry! Bring another five pounds of skewers!" Scarface called out.

Someone brought a beer mug, filled it with draft beer, and placed it in front of Lin Yihang.

"Little Knife, is this the guy who beat you up a few days ago?" At this moment, an unpleasant voice sounded.

A muscular man with a buzz cut, who had been sitting opposite, along with the two men on either side of him, had not greeted Lin Yihang since he arrived. They watched as Little Knife and his group busily welcomed Lin Yihang, their disdain obvious.

"Gangzi, can you speak properly? If you can't, don't spout nonsense here! What do you mean by 'beat up'? Young Master Lin was teaching me how to be a better person!" Little Knife's face turned angry at the words.

"Tch!" Gangzi, the buzz-cut man, clearly wasn't afraid of Little Knife. However, to avoid a conflict, he just made a sound and didn't say more.

"Who... Young Master Lin, right? I've been hearing Little Knife praise you a lot. It's an honor to sit with you!" Gangzi said, but his tone was dry, and it was hard to tell if he really meant it. "Come, let's have a drink!"

Gangzi raised his beer mug.

"Not interested!" Lin Yihang didn't even look up.

Lin Yihang, a great doctor, was a person of status and didn't have to drink with just anyone.

Gangzi's face changed slightly. It was a bit embarrassing to have his toast ignored!

"Ha ha, I'll drink first then!"

Gangzi was very familiar with such situations. He finished his drink in one go, then showed the empty mug, staring at Lin Yihang, waiting to see what he would do.

In most cases, when someone was challenged like this at the same table, they would follow suit.

However, Lin Yihang clearly had no intention of paying attention to him. He didn't even glance at him, picked up a skewer, and started eating.

"Brother, that's not very polite! Gangzi drank first, you should at least have a drink, right?" One of Gangzi's subordinates was annoyed.

"Let him drink. What does it have to do with me? Do I have to drink every time some random person on the street has a drink? That would be crazy!" Lin Yihang continued eating.

"You..." The subordinate slammed his beer mug on the table, wanting to say something. Little Knife glared at him, interrupting, "Kunzi, what's it got to do with you? Want to drink? I'll drink with you! Sir, I'll drink with you!"

Clearly, he thought Lin Yihang didn't drink because he couldn't hold his liquor. He was determined to take the hit for him.

"Brother Knife, it's not like that!" The subordinate muttered, looking at Gangzi, but didn't say more.

However, the few of them looked at Lin Yihang with disdain.

Even Little Knife's group felt a bit awkward.

They respected the strong. This didn't just mean those who were good at fighting but also those who could drink well.

Someone who backed down when challenged to drink would be looked down upon.

"Kunzi, since Young Master Lin doesn't dare to drink, you drink with Brother Knife! But this draft beer is too weak. Old Liang, bring a case of erguotou, 56 degrees!"

Gangzi shouted, the last part directed at the owner of a nearby beverage shop.

"Sure, Gangzi!" The bald owner replied, his smile forced.

He knew he wouldn't get paid for the drinks these hooligans would have.

"Right! Draft beer is too weak, we should switch to liquor!" Little Knife chimed in, but Lin Yihang heard him mutter something under his breath, seemingly cursing.

"What's wrong, can't handle it?" Lin Yihang asked quietly.

"Meng Gang is too cunning. A brother was released from prison at noon, and we all drank too much at the welcome party. I slept all afternoon, and the alcohol hasn't fully worn off yet! I already drank three bottles of liquor earlier... Meng Gang knows this. He's deliberately trying to make things difficult for me!" Little Knife scratched his shiny scar and whispered.

Indeed, on the ground, there were three empty liquor bottles besides the large draft beer keg.

"Meng Gang? Is this buzz-cut man Meng Gang?" Lin Yihang suddenly remembered something.

Could it be this coincidental? Meng Gang was quite large, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Meng Qiang's. Meng Qiang, Meng Gang... they were likely brothers!

"Yes, does Young Master Lin know him?" Little Knife asked.

"No, I don't. But there's a student named Meng Qiang at No. 1 High School who looks a bit like him." Lin Yihang said.

"That's his brother. Meng Gang has a younger brother who is an athlete and is in the third year at No. 1 High School." Little Knife said, observing Lin Yihang's expression, worried that Lin Yihang might have some connection with Meng Qiang.

"Don't worry, Meng Qiang tried to frame me a few days ago, and I dealt with him." Lin Yihang smiled, understanding Little Knife's concern.

"Ha ha, Young Master Lin is awesome! That guy is asking for death by challenging you!" Little Knife relaxed and laughed.

Bang!

A case of liquor was brought over and placed on the ground next to the table.

The task of opening the bottles naturally fell to the subordinates. Kunzi pulled out a dagger from somewhere, cut the tape on the box, and pulled out a bottle of liquor, opening it with his teeth.

"Boss, change to glass cups!" Meng Gang slapped the table and shouted, glancing at Little Knife with a cold snort.

The meaning was clear: he was determined to drink Little Knife under the table.

"Quick! Bring glass cups!" Little Knife, unwilling to lose face, also slapped the table and shouted, his气势 not yielding to the other side.

"Coming! Coming!" The owner of the barbecue stall didn't dare to be negligent with these customers.

"What's with the glass cups? These beer mugs are fine, aren't they?" Lin Yihang spoke up.

...

The beer mugs are fine... Lin Yihang was about to lose his temper. A recommendation would be even better!