Chapter 87

After Meng Gang took the first sip of alcohol, he immediately vomited it out like a fountain, which stunned him at the time.

After the second sip, his head was already a bit dizzy, and he started to become impulsive. With so many people egging him on, he was eager to regain his composure. This was the courage that alcohol gave to the timid!

Meng Gang picked up the remaining half cup of alcohol—this half cup was enough to be three or four taels—and gulped it down, tilting his head back.

Thud!

He put down the cup and was about to let Kunzi go up, but Lin Yihang had already taken the initiative to pick up the cup, gestured to Kunzi, and tilted his head back...

"Swallow! Swallow!"

He drank it in a few large gulps. It was like a cow drinking! This scene made everyone think of the term "cow drinking"!

Clap, clap, clap—

No one knew who started it, but everyone began to clap.

People with special skills in a certain area always easily earn the respect of others. Lin Yihang, with his drinking capacity, had won over everyone present.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Kunzi could only grit his teeth and drink. His result, naturally, was no better than Meng Gang's; he hadn't even finished drinking when he started vomiting.

Even vomiting didn't help. The alcohol in the cup, naturally, was supervised by Xiao Dao and others, and they had to force it down.

Gulp, gulp!

When Lin Yihang filled his cup with alcohol again, he felt someone touch his arm. He turned his head, and Sister Tong was standing behind him, not knowing when she had arrived.

Her stall was not far from here, and because business was booming, she hadn't noticed at first. However, as the scene became more lively, it finally caught her attention. When she saw Lin Yihang drinking with others, she was immediately startled.

Lin Yihang's drinking capacity was indeed admirable, and Sister Tong was also impressed. She hadn't expected that this younger brother, who was already strong and healthy, would also have such a powerful and domineering drinking capacity. She had seen him drink a whole bottle by himself without any problem, but this domineering way of drinking was the first time she had seen it.

However, Sister Tong was more worried about Lin Yihang's health, fearing he would drink himself sick.

"Take it easy, don't be too competitive!" Sister Tong's eyes were full of concern, making Lin Yihang feel warm.

"Don't worry, I have it under control. Do I look drunk?" Lin Yihang smiled.

His smile was natural, and his tone was clear... indeed, he didn't look drunk, which reassured Sister Tong a lot.

"Come on! Gang, it's your turn again!"

Lin Yihang was already holding the cup, challenging him.

One cup, then another.

In the face of three opponents, after a few rounds, Lin Yihang's face was only slightly red, and his stomach was slightly bulging.

As for Meng Gang and the other two, they had all become a mess, falling under the table, lying in their own vomit, motionless.

Clap, clap, clap—

When Lin Yihang put down the cup for the last time, the entire venue erupted in enthusiastic applause. People looked at Lin Yihang with fiery eyes. The crowd was extremely lively, and many people were using their phones to take photos, videos, and record this moment.

Amazing!

So amazing!

Being able to witness this scene firsthand was definitely an honor. In the future, when chatting with friends, it would be a great topic!

"Hello, I am the vice president of Datianli Group. I wonder if you are interested in working in our public relations department?" At this moment, a middle-aged man squeezed in, his belly protruding, his face oily, and he handed over a business card.

"Not interested!" Lin Yihang answered quite straightforwardly.

"Would you like to reconsider? Our Datianli Group is a well-known company nationwide. If you work in our public relations department, you won't have to do anything else; you just need to drink. In public relations settings, if you can drink your opponents under the table, your job is done. We can offer you a high salary, and even the position of public relations manager..." The middle-aged man was still unwilling to give up.

Lin Yihang frowned, showing impatience.

Xiao Dao, who was following behind, saw Lin Yihang's expression and, with a keen eye, his face turned serious as he stepped in front of the middle-aged man, "Didn't you hear that Young Master Lin said he's not interested? Can't you understand human language? Get lost quickly!"

Xiao Dao was a thug, and when he glared, the middle-aged man, despite his status, didn't dare to argue here, as it would clearly result in a loss. He muttered a few words and left reluctantly, his expression showing regret. In his view, Lin Yihang's drinking capacity was a waste if he didn't join their company's public relations department!

"Hehe, Young Master Lin, you're amazing! This Gang is usually so arrogant, but now he's like a dead dog. He even dared to challenge you, Young Master Lin, without knowing his own weight... Pah!"

Xiao Dao first smiled flatteringly, then turned and spat fiercely at the collapsed Meng Gang.

Lin Yihang kicked Meng Gang with his foot, and Meng Gang only groaned, showing no reaction.

"Find someone to take them to the hospital! It's quite troublesome when people get drunk to death." Lin Yihang said.

"Young Master Lin is truly righteous!" Xiao Dao praised. Now, his admiration for Lin Yihang was like a continuous flow of the Yangtze River. He unconditionally obeyed Lin Yihang's words.

Immediately, one of the henchmen called for an ambulance. Everyone was laughing and joking. Seeing their old rival lying on the ground like a dead dog, they were all very excited.

Xiao Dao played a prank, stepping on Meng Gang's face with his foot, making a V sign, and having the henchmen take photos, which he then uploaded to **.

"Do you also use **?" Lin Yihang found it hard to associate Xiao Dao's image with **.

"Of course. As a cultured thug of the new era, I have to keep up with the trends!" Xiao Dao waved his Note 3 and took a few more selfies—of course, all with Meng Gang.

If Meng Gang were conscious now, he would never let these photos be circulated.

"Haha, with these photos, Meng Gang won't be able to hold his head up in front of me in the future. When he sees me, he'll have to walk around me obediently! Hahaha..."

Xiao Dao laughed triumphantly!

Lin Yihang shook his head speechlessly and didn't stop Xiao Dao. Given that Meng Gang had a brother like Meng Qiang, his character probably wasn't much better. Moreover, it was Meng Gang who had provoked him just now, so Lin Yihang had no good feelings for him and certainly wouldn't show mercy.

The people around were excitedly discussing, and a group of hooligans, including Xiao Dao, were laughing and talking excitedly. Only the barbecue stall owner and the nearby alcohol vendor had long faces. The hooligans mostly didn't pay for their meals, so how could they be happy?

Seeing this, Lin Yihang was slightly stunned. He reached into the small sports bag slung over his shoulder, took out a stack of money, and handed it to Tong Xiaoyan.

"Sister Tong, please help me settle the bills for the two bosses!"

"Sure!" Sister Tong looked at Lin Yihang, nodded, and took the money.

"Young Master Lin, how can you pay the bill? Sister Tong, please keep the money, don't make us feel embarrassed. Boss, put the bill on my account, and deduct it from the protection fee later." Xiao Dao shouted to the meat stall owner.

"Sure!" The meat stall owner forced a smile and agreed, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Put the bill on my account? Ha! Even if it's written down, it's just a waste of ink! When they collect the protection fee, they won't reduce a single cent.

Lin Yihang understood the situation with just a glance. He gestured to Sister Tong, who understood and took the money to settle the bills.

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Thank you to Zhang Long (988 coins), Shuyou 130302112450558 (588 coins), Hao Ge's friend (400 coins), and Jonesw (200 coins) for your generous support.

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