Chapter 79

As they drank the fourth, fifth, and sixth cups... When He Dong and Zhou Fuan had their eighth cup, almost everyone's expressions turned blank.

He Dong and his group were using cups that held about 50 grams of alcohol. Even for ordinary liquor, eight cups would be close to the limit for most people. However, the two men in front of them were drinking the famous "Three Cups Down," yet neither of them showed any signs of falling over.

However, if one observed closely, both of them had subtle changes. After the first cup, He Dong's face turned as red as a boiled crab, but now the redness had faded significantly, and he no longer looked as frightening as before.

Zhou Fuan's face, on the other hand, showed no change at first, but now it was slowly turning red, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"Ninth cup!" He Dong, as usual, raised his cup and drank it in one go.

Zhou Fuan, however, looked gloomy, his brows furrowed, and he no longer had the confidence he had at the beginning. He drank more cautiously this time.

After two more cups, everyone's attention was focused on Zhou Fuan. This time, the attention did not make him feel proud; instead, it annoyed him because the looks contained a hint of mockery.

However, he could not afford to think much about it now because he felt as if his stomach was filled with lava from a volcano, burning his mind and making his limbs tremble.

"Eleventh cup!" He Dong calmly raised his cup and drank it in one go.

Zhou Fuan also held his eleventh cup, but he had lost his initial sharpness. He hesitated for a long time before slowly sipping the liquor.

After this cup, Zhou Fuan's face suddenly turned from slightly red to bright red, and he began to sway. If he had not been holding the table with both hands, he would have fallen over.

"Twelfth cup!" He Dong did not give him a chance to catch his breath and drank another cup.

"You...!" Zhou Fuan now felt as if his entire body was being torn apart by a raging fire. He Dong's relentless pressure left him no room to retreat, so he had to raise his cup. However, after taking a small sip, Zhou Fuan suddenly tilted to one side, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground.

"Quick! Quick!" As soon as Zhou Fuan fell, a doctor and two nurses suddenly appeared.

Chu Qian had arranged for medical personnel when she set up the drinking contest because no one knew the "Three Cups Down" better than she did. A little of this liquor was absolutely delicious, but too much of it could be a deadly poison. The medical personnel were there to prevent any accidents.

These medical personnel were highly trained. They worked together efficiently, quickly administering antidotes and glucose to Zhou Fuan. Once his condition stabilized, he was carried away on a stretcher.

"I declare that in this bet, He Dong has won two and tied one, achieving the final victory!" Only after the medical personnel had left did everyone come to their senses. At this moment, Chu Qian announced the final result of the bet.

"Yay!" Upon hearing this, Wang Xuewu and He Xi cheered.

This result drew everyone's attention to He Dong, but he remained calm. To everyone's surprise, he picked up another cup of "Three Cups Down" and began to sip it slowly.

He Dong's composure left everyone puzzled, so they quickly shifted their focus to Cheng Tianlei. Although Cheng Tianlei's status in their small group was not significant, he had initiated the challenge, and now everyone wanted to see what he would do.

Sure enough, Cheng Tianlei was holding his head with both hands, his face ashen, his expression twisted, and his eyes bloodshot. When he saw everyone looking at him, his suppressed emotions burst out, and he shouted at Chu Qian, "Impossible, impossible! An Shao is alcohol-resistant; how could he get drunk?"

"Alcohol resistance, scientifically speaking, means having enzymes in the body that can specifically break down alcohol. Due to the high efficiency and specificity of these enzymes, once the alcohol enters the stomach, the enzymes immediately catalyze its breakdown, creating the illusion that one can drink without getting drunk. However, if the amount of alcohol exceeds the enzyme's catalytic capacity, one will still get drunk. My 'Three Cups Down' is not ordinary liquor, and they drank so much; it's normal for them to get drunk!" Chu Qian explained.

"Then what about him? Why isn't he drunk?" Cheng Tianlei asked, unwilling to give up.

"I don't know. I'm just the mediator of the bet; I don't answer a million questions!" Chu Qian replied coldly, clearly annoyed by Cheng Tianlei's questioning.

Chu Qian's cold voice snapped Cheng Tianlei back to reality. He had seen her skills firsthand, and although his family had some wealth and his entertainment company was well-known nationwide, in the Chu family's eyes, crushing him would be easier than squashing an ant.

Cheng Tianlei was now even more terrified. His attitude towards Chu Qian had been very poor, and he quickly lowered his head and slunk away.

This loss for Cheng Tianlei was enormous. Although 50 million yuan was not a significant amount for the Cheng family, losing it meant missing a chance to board the Zhou family's ship.

Moreover, this loss was not just for Cheng Tianlei; Zhou Fuan had also put up 50 million yuan, and seven or eight others had joined in, most of whom had family backgrounds as good as his own.

If these people were to blame him, he would be the first to suffer, and if they all acted against him, he would be utterly destroyed. So Cheng Tianlei was now thinking about how to make up for his mistake.

"Recently, many new people have joined the company, and I heard there's an exceptional one. If I give her to An Shao, he might forgive me!" Cheng Tianlei, after fleeing from the Golden City Tower, began to think quickly.

Zhou Fuan's failure boosted He Dong's popularity. Soon, everyone surrounded He Dong and his group, congratulating them.

"Mr. Dong, our young miss wants to have a private talk with you," said the female bodyguard by Chu Qian's side, appearing in front of He Dong and his group.