y saw what was happening. When he saw everything clearly, a chill ran from the back of his spine all the way to the top of his head!At that moment, he finally understood why those black people reacted...Yan Wuxue looked at the two large bottles of wine in front of him, he couldn't help but hesitate. During his time in the capital, besides being known as Guanyin with a Thousand Hands, he was also known as someone who could drink a thousand cups without falling down. Among the young masters of the capital, he had the best alcohol tolerance. He even boasted that no one had ever been able to make him, Yan Wuxue, fall down drunk.

Of course, it was just youthful exuberance back then, but it also showed from another angle that he really had a good tolerance for alcohol. At least in his circle, he was one of the best drinkers.

Even if one has a good tolerance for alcohol and can drink thousands of cups without falling, it depends on how they drink. Drinking four kilograms at once, and this is over 80-degree liquor, you can imagine what the result would be after these two large bottles.

Seeing Yan Wuque hesitate to raise his wine bottle, the fat man on the other side held up a chicken leg and stared at Yan Wuque, sneering: "How come, Young Master Yan, are you afraid of losing Or can't you drink just one bottle Just say it, we all know each other, why bother going so far"

The fat man was saying heartless words, but he had grabbed a bottle of wine himself. He opened it in one go, took a bite of chicken leg, and then drank a mouthful of liquor, shouting exaggeratedly as he ate, "Good wine!"

Generally, the children of high officials share a common ailment. They aren't necessarily arrogant, but they are often full of pride. Yan Wuxue is even more so; his arrogance is well-known in the capital.

Now that he heard the fat man say these words, although he knew that the fat man was deliberately using words to pressure him, he just couldn't avoid taking the bait.

He let out a cold snort, glanced disdainfully at the fat man, then picked up a bottle of strong liquor, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

No wonder Yan Wujue has the reputation of being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. With his way of drinking, his courage, and his pride, who could match his unrestrained generosity

Listening to the sound of his hearty drinking, the Ninth Regiment was horrified. How could he drink like that It felt like he was drinking water! This was eighty-five degree liquor, after all. Wouldn't his stomach be scorched by such a violent gulp But looking at the captain's unchanging expression, it seemed like he didn't feel anything at all. The Ninth Regiment, from their initial worry, turned into wild admiration as Yan Wuxue drank down bottle after bottle. As expected of their captain, drinking with such boldness was truly impressive.

Meanwhile, the Green Snake was already looking at the Captain with eyes full of tenderness. This kind of man was the one the Green Snake wanted to follow for life.

After downing a bottle of liquor, Yan Wujue's stomach was already in turmoil. The eighty-five degree alcohol hit him with a force that wouldn't fail to create sparks. Yan Wujue felt flames burning within his belly, but he suppressed them with his deep internal energy. Although he possessed extraordinary inner strength, suppressing the alcohol fumes was no easy feat.

My head is still clear right now, but if I drink too much and get drunk, even if I'm usually introverted and reserved, I'll just be completely out of it.

"With a crash," Yan Wuque slammed the wine bottle onto the table. But he seemed completely unaffected, his face neither flushed nor breathless, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Young Master Yan truly has a good tolerance for alcohol, finishing an entire two-jin bottle in one gulp. It's truly admirable."

The fat man was still munching on chicken legs and sipping wine, looking carefree and relaxed. He was saying things without any class or manners about not paying.

"Hmph," Yan Wuque coldly looked at him. A wave of alcohol surged up, and Yan Wuque hurriedly used his true energy to stop it, forcing it down. This wine was truly too potent, with a powerful aftertaste. He hadn't felt anything when he drank it just now, but afterward, he realized how flavorful this wine was.

Three soft slaps suddenly rang out on the stage. Yan Wuque turned his head and saw Ye Fan's smiling face.

"Young Master Yan really has a remarkable tolerance for alcohol, but it seems like you're still short of one bottle," Ye Fan said after finishing his sentence, then pointed to another open bottle on the table.

Yan Wuque's eyelids twitched, and his heart sank instantly. This bastard, it's better to just start a war now.

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the fat man immediately took over and said, "Xiao Fanfan, you're wrong. Young Master Yan can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. This amount of alcohol is nothing! Besides, he never persuades others to drink. Everyone in his circle in Beijing knows this. Just relax."

Ye Fan hesitated and said, “You can’t say it like that. This is 85-degree liquor, who can stand it Young Master Yan is our old friend, let's just forget about it. Do you really want to kill him”

When Ye Fan said this, he was absolutely sincere. Even Liu Qin beside him looked at him in surprise. What was going on with Ye Fan Why did he suddenly speak up for Yan Wuque

The green snake over there didn't know what to say, she was also afraid that the captain had drunk too much, so she said downplayingly: "That's right, Captain."

Yan Wuque waved his hand, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at Ye Fan. The green snake thought he had listened to her words and fell silent. Unexpectedly, Yan Wuque suddenly picked up another bottle of wine from the table, aimed it straight at his mouth, and drank heavily again.

"Captain"

Both the Green Snake and the members of the Ninth Division stared at Yan Wuxie in disbelief. What was their captain doing The other party clearly said to just drink one bottle, why was he really going to drink two

Ye Fan and the Fatty both looked at each other tacitly, neither of them spoke, everything was understood without words.

Yan Wuque forcefully endured the searing pain in his heart, his stomach churning like a stormy sea, but it paled in comparison to the fury that burned within him. He swore silently, tonight he would not let Ye live, his vow absolute and unwavering.

Just now, Ye Fan and that Chen family fatty were obviously singing in harmony, deliberately provoking him, but he couldn't help but take the bait.

His arrogant personality determined that he absolutely could not tolerate being looked down upon by others. Even if he was truly drunk, he would still without hesitation finish another bottle of wine.

The highest level of an ambush is to make your enemy aware of the trap, yet they are forced to walk right into it.

Yan Wuque felt a punch to the chest at that moment, an excruciating pain. He felt incredibly uncomfortable, but couldn't retaliate directly. This feeling left him extremely frustrated.

This time, Yan Wuxue was filled with anger, so he drank quickly and recklessly, as if he had no regard for his own life.

In one gulp, the whole bottle was finished in a single breath without any pauses. The whole process took less than ten seconds.re authoritative in America Ye Fan planned to wait until he finished dealing with things here before taking Miao Rou to America for a look."But, American medicine isn't as good as our Hua Xia Yanjing,...