Chapter 393 — Hold On a Moment
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The baijiu burned so fiercely that tears shot from An Liwen's eyes. He had never drunk so fast in his life. He could hold his liquor, but his stomach and throat simply could not take it, and he choked it all back up in one burst.
An Liwen's face went deathly pale, and he coughed for a good while, Su Taiwei and Yang Ganglou pounding him on the back all the while... Only after a long spell did the color return to his cheeks.
Under the circumstances, though, there was no way he could keep drinking! A flicker of venom passed through the look An Liwen shot at Wei Zhao. The little bastard had played the pig to eat the tiger—clearly he could drink with the best of them, yet he had said nothing before. Had he known, he would never have tried this trick!
"Brother An, are you all right? Shall we continue?" Wei Zhao's single sentence nearly set An Liwen coughing again!
Continue? Was he trying to kill himself? An Liwen's face was ghastly, and he itched to stride over and strangle Wei Zhao. Here he was in this state, and the man still wanted him to drink? Was he trying to drink him to death?
At that moment, he forgot that it was he who had meant to drink Wei Zhao to death.
An Liwen was somewhat at a loss. Today he had meant to teach Wei Zhao a lesson, yet he had stumbled right onto the man's strong suit. If he gave up and conceded now, he would lose every shred of face—especially when he saw Wei Zhao still fiddling with his phone. An Liwen knew at once that the scene just now had likely been recorded by Wei Zhao!
In an instant, humiliation, defiance, fury, and loathing flashed through his heart one after another! No, he could not concede. If he conceded, Gu Mengyao would laugh herself sick!
He had meant to teach Wei Zhao a lesson, but instead he was the one being taught. If word of this got out, where would the Four Young Masters of Songshan's face be? And this was the second time—coming back to settle the score after being taught a lesson the first time!
"Let me take over!" Su Taiwei saw the shifting expressions on An Liwen's face and knew he was finished. Among them all, Su Taiwei held his liquor best. If he did not step forward, no one else could stand against Wei Zhao.
Let us hope Wei Zhao can only handle fast drinking, and that his true capacity falls short of mine. Su Taiwei calculated silently. He could put away five bottles; he did not believe Wei Zhao could knock back five in one go and still be fine!
"Fine." Wei Zhao agreed readily and without hesitation. "Can you still manage?"
"Of course!" Su Taiwei gave a cold laugh. In his heart he thought: Don't put on airs. After five bottles, let us see whether you topple. Do you think you are a roly-poly toy that never falls?
"Oh, my apologies, I forgot—you are Brother Wei, and how could Brother Wei ever fail?" Wei Zhao opened the baijiu in his hand and raised the bottle, giving it a little shake at Su Taiwei.
Damn it! Su Taiwei cursed inwardly, then raised his own bottle and drained it alongside Wei Zhao.
"Phew..." After finishing the second bottle of baijiu, Su Taiwei let out a long breath. His insides felt as if they were on fire, and he wanted a bite of food to settle it, yet he was a little too proud to reach for any.
Because Wei Zhao was at that very moment sitting there, face unflushed and heart unbeating, smiling as he held up his phone and recorded Su Taiwei's predicament.
Su Taiwei seethed inwardly, but could not bring himself to eat, and so he simply forced himself to endure.
"Taiwei, have something to eat first. Weren't you complaining about being hungry on the way here? The dishes are all here now—eat a little while it's hot." Su Taiqiang saw that his younger brother was in a bad way and, without making a show of it, threw him a lifeline.
Su Taiwei shot Su Taiqiang a grateful glance and said, "That's right, I came here with an empty stomach all this time. Well, then, I won't stand on ceremony!"