as she returned to her office, her phone rang. 。The contract has been signed. Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else! 。On the phone, came the voice of my big brother, Si Kong Qindo...Yan Wujue 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 the Thousand-handed Guanyin, he was also known as the Thousand Cups Undefeated. Among the several young masters in the capital, he had the best alcohol tolerance. He even boasted that no one had ever been able to make him, Yan Wujue, drunk.

This was, of course, a youthful boast from his more carefree days, but it also served as another indication that he had a remarkable tolerance for alcohol. At least in his circle, he was considered one of the top drinkers.

But even with a great tolerance for alcohol, even if one can drink thousands of cups without falling down, it depends on how you drink. Now, drinking four kilograms all at once, and this is eighty-plus degree liquor, you can imagine what the result will be after these two bottles.

Seeing Yan Wuque still reluctant to raise his wine bottle, the fat man over there held up a chicken leg and looked at Yan Wuque from afar, sarcastically saying: "How come, Young Master Yan, are you afraid of losing Or can't you drink it Just say it, drink a whole bottle! We are all familiar with each other, why make things so difficult"

The fat man was saying heartless words, but he himself had grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it in one gulp. After gnawing on a drumstick, he immediately took a swig of the strong liquor, eating and shouting exaggeratedly, "Good wine!"

Most officials' children share one common ailment: they aren't arrogant to the point of looking down on others, but they all possess a certain air of pride. Yan Wuque is even more so; his pride is renowned throughout the capital.

Now that Fatty was saying these things, although he knew Fatty was deliberately using words to provoke him, he just couldn't help but take the bait.

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

No wonder Yan Wujue has the reputation of being able to drink a thousand cups without falling. With his style of drinking, his courage, and his pride, who could be as dashing and unrestrained as him

Hearing the sound of his hearty drinking, all the soldiers in the Ninth Column were horrified. How could he drink like that It felt like he was drinking plain water! This was 85-degree liquor, after all. Wouldn't his stomach be burned by such a violent gulp But looking at the captain’s expression, he seemed unaffected at all. From the initial worry, as Yan Wuxie drank down each glass, it transformed into crazed admiration. He was truly worthy of being their captain! Such a spirited way of drinking was definitely impressive.

While the green snake had already been looking at the captain with eyes full of affection. Such a man was the one the green snake wanted to follow for life.

After a bottle of wine went down, Yan Wuque's stomach was already churning inside. Eighty-five degrees liquor, it violently collided, without sparking a bit, that is impossible. Yan Wuque felt like there were balls of fire burning in his belly, but he relied on his deep true energy to suppress it. Although his internal strength was extraordinary, to suppress the alcohol with internal force was not an easy task.

My mind is still clear now, but if I drink too much and get drunk, even if I'm usually very reserved, I'll just be helplessly intoxicated.

With a loud crash, Yan Wuque slammed the bottle of wine onto the table. He now looked as if nothing had happened, his face unflushed and his breath steady.

"Young Master Yan certainly has a good tolerance for alcohol. He finished a whole two-jin bottle of wine in one breath, it's truly impressive."

The fat man was still gnawing on a chicken leg, sipping his little wine, looking carefree and relaxed, and uttering words about not caring for manners.

"Hmph." Yan Wuque coldly looked at him. A surge of alcohol came over him, and Yan Wuque hastily used his true strength to stop it, forcing it down. This wine was truly too strong, with a powerful aftertaste. Just now, when he drank it, he didn't feel anything, but after that, he realized how potent the wine was.

Suddenly, three light slaps rang out on the stage. Yan Wuque turned his head and saw Ye Fan's grinning face.

"Young Master Yan truly has an extraordinary capacity for alcohol, but it seems like you're still short a bottle," Ye Fan said after finishing his sentence, then pointed to another open bottle on the table.

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

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the fat man immediately chimed in, "Little Fanfan, you're wrong. Young Master Yan can drink a thousand cups without falling down. This amount of alcohol is nothing! Besides, he never persuades anyone to drink. Everyone in the capital knows this. You can rest assured."

Ye Fan hesitated and said, "You can't say it like that. This is 85-degree liquor, who among ordinary people could stand it Young Master Yan is our old friend, almost done. Don't 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's wrong with Ye Fan Why is he suddenly speaking 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 just followed suit: "That's right, Captain."

Yan Wuque waved his hand, glaring at Ye Fan with burning eyes. Qing She thought he had heard her words and stopped talking. Unexpectedly, Yan Wuque suddenly picked up another bottle of wine on the table, aimed it at his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Captain"

Both the Green Serpent and the members of the Ninth Platoon stared at Yan Wuxie in disbelief. What was their captain doing The other party had clearly said to just drink one bottle, so why was he actually drinking two

Ye Fan and Fatty both gave each other a knowing look. Neither of them spoke, everything was understood without words.

Yan Wuque gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain in his heart. His stomach churned like a tempestuous sea, but it was nothing compared to the fury raging within him. He swore silently that he wouldn't let Ye get away with this tonight; he vowed to make him pay with his life.

Just now, Ye Fan and that Chen family fat man were obviously playing a duet, deliberately provoking him with their words. However, he couldn't help but take the bait.

His arrogant nature meant he could never tolerate being looked down upon, even if he had already been drinking, he would still without hesitation finish another bottle.

The highest level of an ambush is to make your enemy aware of the trap, yet they have no choice but to walk into it.

At this moment, Yan Wuque felt a sharp pain in his chest, like being punched hard. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but he couldn't retaliate directly. This feeling made him extremely unhappy.

This time, Yan Wuque was filled with anger, so he drank quickly and recklessly, as if he didn't care about his own life.

One bottle of liquor was finished in one gulp, without any breathing, and it took less than ten seconds.ening of the hole. As he turned his hand, the clicking grew louder and more pronounced.And the huge stone, which had just been immovable no matter how hard they pushed, suddenly cracked with a sound a...