Chapter 67: Ten Catties of High-Quality Millet Wine

  Out of the blue!

  This slap came suddenly!

  Du Ziyuan and Ding Lingling were too late to react, while Du Tianyong narrowed his eyes instantly, knowing that Zhang Xiaolin was going to vent his anger but also wanted to dampen Zhao Heng's sharp spirit. He could have stopped it, but due to some kind of testing mentality, he didn't make a sound. Just as Zhao Heng was about to be slapped in the face, he suddenly raised his hand to block it beside his cheek.

  Bang!

  The powerful Zhang Xiao Lin's slap landed on Zhao Heng's wrist, and he thought this slap could send the latter flying away. However, a surge of power rebounded back, causing Zhang Xiao Lin's large body to sway slightly, almost retreating backward. Zhao Heng, however, didn't move an inch, only shaking his hand to relieve the pain.

  "Boss Zhang, was it satisfying?"

  "My god! There are two sons!"

  Zhang Xiaolin's expression changed in an instant, his previous ferocity turning into a smile. He waved his hand to stop the three subordinates behind him from rushing forward, then bit his lip and hummed: "But it's just two moves at most, enough to kill an ignorant fool like you. With just one move of my finger, the 3,000 disciples are enough to chop you into minced meat."

  "Little punk, are you tired of living? Dare to provoke our Qing Bang?"

  Zhang Xiaolin put on a rough attitude, then rolled up his left sleeve and hummed: "If it weren't for the sake of Boss Du, I would have killed you now, damn it! You're not even worth mentioning, and you dare to block my slap? You think you're some kind of big shot? Dare to challenge me in Hua Hai, thinking you're Xu Wenqiang?"

  The next second, he slapped another palm past.

  "Grandpa Zhang..."

  Zhang Xiao Lin's left hand stopped in mid-air as Zhao Heng's voice suddenly came to a halt, because he felt a hint of danger in his heart. Then, he heard Zhao Heng coldly say: "Although the Qing Bang is powerful, I, Zhao Heng, am not a nobody. The first slap was my gift to you, Zhang Ye, but I will never give a second one!"

  "If Zhang Ye really thinks Zhao Heng is weak and can be bullied, then go ahead and slap him."

  A flash of killing intent leapt in Zhao Heng's eyes!

  Zhang Xiaolin's eyelids couldn't stop twitching, and for the first time in his long experience, he sensed a hint of danger. Perhaps if he had moved his palm another half inch forward, Zhao Heng would have suddenly launched a fierce attack, and this attack would have been relentless. The three bodyguards who also sensed Zhao Heng's killing intent took a step forward, their expressions serious as they stared at Zhao Heng.

  Unfathomable, yet still as formidable as ever.

  The atmosphere is tense.

  Du Tianxiong squeezed out a cigarette: "Old Zhang, have you vented your anger?"

  At the same time, he waved his hand to let Du Ziyuan and Ding Lingling go to the secret room, and also asked the waiter to deliver the dishes to both sides. Zhang Xiaolin, who was originally going to slap Zhao Heng again, saw Du Tianyong speak up and took the opportunity to step down, letting three of his men retreat to the edge of the door, while he himself found a single-person sofa to sit on.

  He has always enjoyed the feeling of exclusivity, so he doesn't like sitting with others.

  "Du boss has already spoken, how dare Zhang someone blow up again?"

  Zhang Xiaolin casually threw out a sentence, then naturally pulled out a box of ladies' cigarettes, lit one and sized up Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng habitually remained silent, just as he said, listen more, look more, speak less, do less, he wouldn't do things that overstepped his bounds, nor was he willing to, he only made the worst assumptions.

  Rough man, lady's cigarette, reveals Zhang Yaolin's true character.

  "He is my daughter's friend, I owe him a favor."

  Du Tianxiong looked at Zhao Heng and slowly threw out a few words: "I know he has grievances with Brother Zhang, but I, Du Tianxiong, have agreed to mediate, so I hope both parties can put aside past grudges. Perhaps you can't become friends, but I also don't want you to become enemies, Brother Zhang, give me some face?"

  He pointed to Zhao Heng, who was calm and composed, and added in a gentle voice: "No matter how arrogant or unruly Zhao Heng is, he's still young at heart. Didn't you, Brother Zhang, also cause quite a stir when you were younger? Why take offense? So I, Du, dare to ask you to let him off the hook. The medical expenses for the Qing Bang brothers will be fully compensated by my family."

  Du Tianxiong gave Zhang Xiaolin face: "How is it, Brother Zhang?"

  "Alright, since Boss Du has spoken, I, Zhang Xiaolin, will let him off the hook. The medical expenses can be forgotten too. Qing Bang still has some money to atone for their sins."

  Zhang Xiaolin burst out laughing, not being annoyed by Zhao Heng's breaking of over a hundred hands: "But he simply toasted three cups of wine to apologize, that won't do, his sincerity is really not enough. If Zhao Heng wants to wipe away the grudges with Qing Bang, give me these ten kilograms of wine and I guarantee all the grudges will be written off."

  "The Qing Bang brothers will also be convinced!"

  In Zhang Xiaolin's gesture, a 10-jin heavy jar of high?? wine was brought up, and as soon as the red cloth was torn open, the strong smell of wine was smelled. This kind of strong wine is not only mellow but also means an astonishing concentration. Drinking ten jin would not kill you, but it would leave you disabled. So Zhang Xiaolin looked at Zhao Heng with a playful expression: "How's that? Am I sincere enough?"

  "Within two hours of drinking, everyone is no longer an enemy."

  "One hand, two cups of wine, one hundred hands, ten kilograms of wine!"

  "Good job, kid! You've made a fortune!"

  Du Tianxiong scanned the specially made highland barley wine, which was even more intense than vodka, and slightly furrowed his brow: "Zhang Bangzhu, your sincerity sounds quite sufficient in quantity, but how many people under the sky can drink ten kilograms of such liquor? This barrel of highland barley wine is poured in, let alone a person, even an elephant would be hard to hold up."

  "Is it too much?"

  Zhang Xiaolin smiled like a venomous snake, and replied in a gentle tone: "Boss Du, it's really not excessive. One hand, one or two cups of wine, is already a concession made for Boss Du's sake. I had to rack my brains to persuade the ten senior members of our gang to adopt this method of drinking with the head. If Zhao Heng can't even manage this, then I'll be in real trouble."

  He put on a helpless look: "A hundred hands, ten kilograms of wine, Mr. Du has reached the bottom line."

  Although Du Tianxiong had enough strength to ignore the condition, Zhang Xiaolin was so subtle that he couldn't say much. The Du family could have directly pressured Qing Bang to calm down the feud, but to settle the matter, they still needed Qing Bang to be convinced and obedient. Otherwise, Zhao Heng would still pose a hidden threat in the future, and if he had to intervene again, it would be a great loss of face.

  But Du Tianxiong understood that Zhang Xiaolin's ten kilograms of wine were not so easy to drink, and Zhao Heng, who was young, would probably have died if he had drunk it. This old fellow was indeed a ruthless killer, giving Zhao Heng a chance to reconcile on the surface but actually using strong liquor to kill him. Zhang Xiaolin's mind was as usual, rough but with subtlety.

  He wanted to veto the proposal directly, but seeing Zhao Heng's calm and peaceful expression, he hesitated for a moment: "Zhao Heng, Zhang Ye's reconciliation conditions have been put forward. Do you have the confidence to take it on? If you do, then drink the ten kilograms of wine. If you feel embarrassed, you can choose not to drink."

  "Do what you think is right, don't force it."

  This was naturally to leave Zhao Hengduo some face, if he really didn't want to drink then there was no need to give Zhang Xiulin face, Du Tianxiong would still use his prestige to suppress the grudges between both sides, giving Zhao Heng a way out. Zhang Xiulin also laughed loudly and waved his hand: "What Boss Du said is right, you don't have to drink."

  "Zhang Bangzhu, this is a stab in the back."

  In Zhang Xiao Lin's amused laughter, a voice came from the doorway, very soft and gentle, yet naturally with a kind of charm that penetrated into one's bones. Then the door was gently pushed open, and in the laughter that made people's hearts flutter, three women stepped inside, a burst of fragrance instantly filling the room.

  The woman was dressed in all black, with a black top and short skirt, black earrings and ring, even her flat shoes were black, but she didn't wear black stockings, leaving her white skin on her legs and arms exposed, exuding both sensuality and purity, two vastly different qualities blending together in her.

  This weird trend is a blend of traditional elegance and alternative styles.

  Zhao Heng felt that this woman was very classic, a type of woman that men couldn't forget after seeing her once.

  Not to mention Zhang Xiao Lin and several other underworld figures, even Zhao Heng was stunned, the charming woman's charm was impossible to ignore and left people in awe. Only Du Tian Xiong remained calm, taking a sip of tea from his cup. The woman smiled softly: "Boss Du, I didn't mean to intrude..."

  "Please forgive me... but I couldn't help coming."