Chapter 69: Responding to Battle

  Still no signs!

  The scar-faced man behind Zhang Xiao Lin suddenly darted out like a cheetah, his mismatched eyes flashing with ferocity. His body, flexible and powerful to an extreme degree, twisted into an almost eerie arc, accompanied by a surge of formidable energy as he swung a fist at Ye Shifu's face.

  Hua Hai says Zhang Aoling is a dog, turning his face as easily as turning a page in a book.

  Just as Zhao Heng let out a soft sigh, Yan Ruyu was already standing in front of Ye Shishu, her body slightly arched back, her waist curved to form a soft and supple posture. At the same time, she stretched out her hand and slapped it heavily on the joint where the scar-faced man's punch was about to land. With a crisp "slap" sound, the trajectory of the scar-faced man's fist deviated.

  At the same time, Yan Ruyi's body, leaning back with her left leg as the center, rotated 360 degrees on the ground. After a full turn, her right leg struck Knife Scar's arm with a ferocious and unmatched whip kick. Knife Scar retreated three steps to the side, and Yan Ruyi also withdrew several steps after retracting her right leg.

  There were two obvious signs of excessive force on the floor.

  The scar-faced man swung his arm to block Yan Ruyi's whip kick, and he revealed a chilling smile as if nothing had happened. Yan Ruyi, cold as frost, made a Wing Chun gesture with her palm, and the two had exchanged blows several times before; she was well aware of her opponent's terrifying strength.

  Zhang Xiaolin burst out laughing and pointed at Yan Ruyu, shouting:

  "Scar, kill this cheap person! Let the first floor know our strength."

  Ye Shishi sneered: "You want a life-or-death statement?"

  "Both of you seem to have ignored my presence?"

  Du Tianxiong, who had been drinking tea with his head down, slammed the cup on the table: "I set up this banquet today to make Huahai calm and peaceful, but you two are facing each other and starting a fight? It's too much not to put me in your eyes. One thing after another, one grudge after another! He looked at Ye Shishi, who was leaning on Zhao Heng: "Don't meddle in the affairs of the first floor."

  "Miss Ye, give Du some face!"

  When Ye Shisheng's face changed slightly, Zhang Xiaolin also let people retreat, after all, this was Ye Shisheng's territory.

  At this time, Du Tianxiong had turned around to face Zhao Heng, taking out his own Iron Blood and Fruit Knife: "Go back to the ten jin high-gluten wine, Zhao Heng. Whether you drink this jar of wine or not, Qing Bang will no longer bother you. The difference lies in that if you drink the wine, Zhang Bang's master will be convinced both verbally and mentally, but if you don't drink it, then he will only be verbally convinced but not mentally. You decide for yourself."

  Zhang Xiaolin's mouth also twitched, unexpectedly Du Tianxiong supported Zhao Heng.

  Ye Shishi's expression softened and she regained her usual gentle demeanor.

  Just as everyone thought Zhao Heng would kick the high-gluten liquor, he stood up from Ye Shifu's gentle arms. He first looked at the enchanting woman with gratitude, then walked to the front of the huge wine jar and patted it, smiling faintly: "Master Zhang, ten kilograms of high-gluten liquor, all grudges gone?"

  "Completely gone!"

  Zhang Xiaolin rubbed his big head and scolded in a rough tone:

  "Grandma's balls! I've always been a man of my word, don't you believe me? You should at least trust Old Master Du!"

  Zhao Heng's face didn't show any ripples, maintaining his usual smile. He always did things meticulously, not giving his opponents any room for quibbling; otherwise, the ten jin of high-gluten liquor would be wasted: "If I drink these ten jin within two hours, what if Qing Bang still comes to bother me in the future? My power is too weak..."

  "I'll destroy it!"

  "I guarantee it!"

  What kind of experience and state of power is needed to possess such calm confidence?

  Zhang Xiaolin's eyelids couldn't stop twitching, damn it! Du Tianyong was playing too hard, wasn't he? It seemed that they had to let Song Shijie and the others design more carefully, so as not to be caught by Du Tianyong and have Qing Bang destroyed. So he immediately threw out a sentence: "If you don't provoke us again in the future, Qing Bang will never bother you again."

  "If you're still going against Qing Bang, then today's wine is wasted."

  "I can't just let you trample all over Qing Bang, can I?"

  Zhao Heng took a step forward, his smile cold and playful: "Of course I won't provoke Qing Bang for no reason, after all, I'm not stupid enough to get into a deadlock with an organization; but you're worried that I'll find excuses to cause trouble, I'm more worried that Qing Bang will find reasons to deal with me, so the disputes that may arise in the future must be judged."

  "It's only then that you'll know who made a mistake on purpose."

  "That makes sense."

  Du Tianxiong's face flashed a faint smile, and after glancing at Ye Shisheng with a careless expression, he opened his mouth: "In order to avoid malicious people making trouble, if Zhao Heng and Qing Bang have disputes in the future, I will investigate the initial reason for the dispute. If the excuse cannot convince people's hearts, then I will ruthlessly suppress one of the parties involved."

  "If it's someone who is sowing discord, then I'll kill the person who is causing trouble."

  Here is the translation:

  At this point, Du Tianxiong poured himself a cup of tea and his voice became low and solemn: "I, Du Tianxiong, may not be able to cover the sky with one hand in Huahai, nor do I have the power to intimidate anyone in the Jianghu, but once I say something, I will definitely follow through on it, even if it means sacrificing my own life or the future of the Du family."

  He spoke with great humility, but his tone was filled with authority.

  Zhao Heng nodded: "Good!"

  Zhang Xiaolin hesitated for a moment: "I accept too."

  "Alright! It's settled then!" Du Tianxiong waved his hand and instantly shed the majesty he had just displayed, reverting to his usual self. His slender eyebrows and eyes, along with his elegant demeanor, made him look very kind and gentle, like a perfect gentleman: "I've always believed in harmony bringing wealth, so let's put past grievances aside for now and start anew."

  Ye Shishishi looked up at Zhao Heng and asked: "You really want to drink ten kilograms of wine?"

  "Thank you for your concern, Miss Ye."

  Zhao Heng picked up the wine jug and poured out a generous serving:

  "What's ten kilos of wine when it comes to wiping out old scores?"

  Zhao Heng gazed at the wine jar in front of him, his mouth curled into a slight sneer as he shook his head. This was the first time since entering the room that his expression had revealed an emotion other than calmness, and it exuded a certain charm that made the women beside Ye Shifu slightly dizzy, while Yan Ruyi recalled the battle at Hua Hai Wine Bar.

  She clearly understood Zhao Heng's meaning: having a clear plan in mind!

  When Zhang Xiaolin set out the conditions for drinking to calm down, Zhao Heng had already decided the outcome. For others, facing ten kilograms of highland barley would be a headache, but for him, it was not difficult at all. Because in Lujiazhuang, he had drunk with Feng Shu and Lu Meng countless times, and the result was always that the latter fell to the ground, while he remained as clear-headed as water.

  Drinking without getting drunk has always been Zhao Heng's concern, and he didn't expect to use it today.

  "Wah——la la!"

  Twenty wine bowls were placed on the table, with high-quality liquor poured into them, all full to the brim. Each bowl was half a kilogram, so twenty bowls made exactly ten kilograms. Looking at the strong aroma of the liquor, not only Yan Ruyi and others, but also Ye Shishi and Du Tianxiong couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that even if they were in their place, they would be able to drink no more than two or three kilograms before getting drunk to death.

  Du Ziyuan and Ding Lingling suddenly ran out, when they heard Zhao Heng wanted to drink ten kilograms of high-gluten liquor, their expressions changed instantly. Ding Lingling was overjoyed, while Du Ziyuan couldn't hide his concern, which caught Ye Shishis attention, making her smile inwardly that Du Tianyong would soon have a headache.

  The love between princess and horseman has always been tragic.

  "Dad..."

  Du Ziyuan wanted to say something, but Du Tianxiong stopped him with a wave of his hand: "The matter is settled, trust Zhao Heng." After years of navigating the complexities of Huahai, although Du Tianxiong doted on his daughter, he was even more aware of the limits of indulgence. What's more, now that they had already agreed on terms, any further changes due to his daughter would only make things worse.

  "Boss Zhang, first bowl!"

  Zhao Heng downed the first bowl of strong liquor, sending it to his lips with a gurgle, and drank it down at an astonishing speed. In an instant, he saw the bottom of the bowl, leaving people unable to help but be amazed by his boldness. However, Du Tianxiong and Ye Shishi both slightly furrowed their brows, thinking that Zhao Heng was drinking too fast, which looked heroic on the surface but would actually get him drunk faster.

  Zhang Xiaolin also sneered: You're looking for death!

  He can also drink ten kilograms of sorghum, but in one day! As the wine god of Hua Hai, he absolutely doesn't believe that Zhao Heng can finish it in an hour. Even if he could, he'd probably be dead by then. A national-level drinking companion only drinks seven kilograms! And that's just Maotai, and it takes three hours! What is Zhao Heng? Just a young whippersnapper!

  So Zhang Xiaolin didn't believe Zhao Heng could hold up to the ten jin of wine, and he was very pleased with this plan of smiling while hiding a knife. Even if today they couldn't get Zhao Heng drunk on liquor to the point of poisoning him to death, they could still get him so drunk that his stomach would bleed and send him to the hospital for treatment. And since the ten jin of wine definitely wouldn't be finished by then, the grudges they had set down would also lose their significance.

  Haven't finished drinking? Forget about it!

  The second bowl, gulp down.

  The seasoned Ye Shifu clearly saw that Zhao Heng not only didn't sway in the slightest, but his face also didn't show any signs of flushing from drinking too much, and his eyes even had a hint of brightness. She judged that this kid was also a heavy drinker, but as she looked at the remaining eighteen bowls, she shook her head: The game has just begun.

  It was unknown when Zhao Heng had already picked up his third bowl of wine and drank it all in a very elegant manner.

  The fourth bowl, the fifth bowl, the sixth bowl...

  Zhang Xiaolin brought a special highland barley wine, just as Du Tianxiong said, even an elephant could be knocked down by this ten kilograms of wine, let alone Zhao Heng? Zhang Xiaolin dared to put forward the condition of reconciliation, naturally deeply understanding the dominance of this highland barley wine. However, facing Zhao Heng's unchanged expression and continuous drinking, his face still changed color.

  Fifteen minutes later, ten bowls of wine had been drunk dry.

  "The Eleventh Bowl!"

  Just five kilograms of strong liquor down the hatch, Zhang Xiao Lin and Ye Shi Shi did not see Zhao Heng show any signs of intoxication, his not-so-strong body didn't even sway, if it weren't for the thick smell of alcohol filling the entire room, people would have thought he was drinking water. Even Du Tian Xiong put down his tea cup, a hint of playful smile in his eyes.

  A thousand cups cannot intoxicate?

  He smiled faintly: This kid always surprises people!

  Du Ziyuan's face showed concern and care, if not for her father holding her hand, she would have rushed up to stop Zhao Heng from drinking, although Zhao Heng had not yet fallen or gotten drunk, the strong liquor in the sea bowl was genuine and harmful to his body, unfortunately, her father held her back, not allowing her to make any moves.

  "Bang!"

  After finishing the thirteenth bowl, Zhao Heng slammed his wine cup on the table and glanced at Zhang Xiaolin.

  "Boss Zhang, this wine is slightly inferior."

  "Damn it, 73 degrees of liquor and still a little short?"