Chapter 129: Hongmen Banquet

  Two Knives Hot Pot City

  Jiao Lv was carelessly eating hot pot, and it has to be said that the boss's craftsmanship is indeed good. Especially the beef in the dry pot, fragrant, rich, tender and very palatable, which couldn't help but scratch Jiao Lv's itchy spot.

  If there is such a private kitchen, it might be a good choice.

  Donkey thought of this and became more and more delighted with his food. He knew that Mo Tai Xiang was a useless person who wanted to be subdued but couldn't, yet he still didn't take it to heart.

  Although he had a great reputation as a useless person, his heart was too soft. That's why there is the ending that he has become ashes now, while others are still carefree.

  And he won't make the same mistakes as He Fan and Fei Chai.

  A cup of wine, time slipped away like a gentle breeze on flowing water, gradually cooling down. The face of the useless person had two flushed cheeks, and his eyes were shrouded in a layer of dim haze.

  But the opposite Han Yu, his eyes were still bright. He didn't drink because he knew that he had been injured, seriously injured, and it was a sneak attack by the people of Feng Kuang Bang.

  After hearing his words and seeing the wounds on his arm, the donkey brayed even more happily and its demeanor became increasingly spirited. He finally knew why Han Yu was so eager to fawn over him - it turned out that Kuang Feng had really made a move against him.

  He said he wanted to seek justice for his younger brother in black, but in his heart, he was secretly laughing coldly. Once I take over your men, I'll immediately hand them over to the Wind Gang. You can fight among yourselves, don't think about getting me to help you, no way.

  "Hey, you, boss? Come over and have a couple of drinks with me." Lao Da called out, pointing his tongue at Mo Tai Heng who was sitting next to him smoking a coarse cigarette.

  Mo Tai furrowed his brow and turned back to look at them, then immediately turned his head away again, saying lightly: "I don't drink."

  The donkey's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he sneered: "Hehe, I've long heard that although Old Mo tells others not to be too arrogant, he himself is a master who doesn't care about anything. Today, I see that it's indeed true! However, when I invite someone out, no one has ever dared to not give me face!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Weilong, who was eating at the table behind them, immediately brought a few bodyguards to Mo Tai's side. With a cold sidestep: "Mr. Mo, please."

  Mo Ta furrowed his brow no more, he stood up, patted the dirt off his body, walked over and sat down between Jiao Lu and Han Yu, saying softly: "Want to drink with me? Alright, but do you guys have what it takes?"

  "Enough..." Liu Weilong's low voice commanded, and the several younger brothers beside him took another step forward, exuding a thick aura. Apparently, as long as Lao Zhu nodded, these people would immediately take action.

  Mo Tai was completely nonchalant, his eyes fixed on Jiao Lu.

  Hei Hei smiled and said, "Boss Mo is quite confident in his own drinking capacity!"

  "Lü Lǎodà, if you're not convinced, you can try it." Mo Taihang said calmly.

  Provocation, this is **harmonious provocation. A flash of sharp light flashed in the eyes of the donkey, as if he had not expected that a person who made hot pot would be so arrogant.

  However, he didn't get angry, but instead leaned forward slightly and chuckled: "You're kidding, are you challenging me?"

  "Lü Lao Da, if you're afraid, then I won't drink this wine." A thick Sichuan accent came out of his mouth as he made a move to stand up.

  "Sit down! Afraid? I'm afraid of you, my bird!" The donkey's eyes glared, and the fire in his heart was finally ignited by this arrogant little boss.

  He lit a cigar, and Liu Weilong immediately lit it for him. He took a deep breath, puffed out a smoke ring, put on a show, and pretended to be enough to call the donkey. Only then did he open his mouth in the faint and choking thin smoke: "You say, how do you compare?"

  "It's simple, drink beer, one bottle per person, whoever drinks more wins." Mo Tai said in a soft voice.

  "Good, but what if you lose?" asked Luó with narrowed eyes.

  A faint, shallow smile of ridicule emerged from the corner of his mouth, as if it was beneath him to even mention the issue with the donkey: "If I lose, this store and myself will all belong to you."

  Always lurking beside, with a rather interested gaze sizing up Mo Tai Xiang's Han Yu, he finally stood up and hastily said: "Boss Mo, what are you doing?! Lu is not someone who would take an interest in your small shop. Lu, don't bother with him, I told you already, he's just got a bad temper. Don't mind him, we've already had so much to drink, and now this kid pops up, clearly being impolite... You..."

  On the surface, this remark is used to relieve Lu Zhu of his embarrassment, but in reality, it implies that he is not even a match for Mo Tai at present.

  Is this a reconciliation? This is adding fuel to the fire, too damaging. It seems he's afraid we can't drink together, Mo Tai stood beside him with a curved eyebrow, deeply staring at Han Yu with profound meaning in his eyes.

  The donkey listened to Han Yu's words and indeed became unhappy. He looked at Mo Tai with a cold smile and said, "Are you still afraid that I will lose to him? Don't worry, old man has no other skills, but his stomach for drinking is longer than others. Smoking at the age of five, getting drunk at seven, and losing virginity at thirteen, who in the whole Tian Shui City dares to drink with me?"

  "Lü Lao Da is indeed impressive with his generosity, but what if you lose?"

  "What did you say?" Before the donkey could make a sound, Liu Weilong, who was one of his loyal and brave subordinates, glared at him first.

  Hei Lu obviously wanted to save his energy for a practical lesson, rather than a war of words. He stared at Mo Tai Heng and said, "You say what to do, then that's what we'll do!"

  After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and a younger brother beside him picked up several bottles of beer from the service desk next to him.

  Han Yu could only smile wryly and sat back down, calling the donkey apparently very confident in his own abilities. He had already drunk four bottles of beer, and didn't even ask Mo Tai Xiang to drink four bottles to make up for it, the two of them didn't even use bowls, they just blew directly into the bottle.

  Hei Lu wanted to subdue Mo Tai for two reasons. Firstly, it was to establish his dominance and let Han Yu see that what a useless person couldn't do, Hei Lu might be able to. Secondly, it was due to the inexplicable urge in his heart, perhaps because he had been suppressed by the useless person for too long, even if the opponent had already become a dead man, he still couldn't help but want to touch him and see the look of failure on his face.

  So he was unwilling to use force until the last moment.

  But this time, Mo Tai wanted to compete with him in drinking capacity. Among all his instincts and skills, what made Lu Zi most proud was drinking. Was he afraid?

  The answer is definitely no, so although he appears to be anxious on the surface, he is actually extremely pleased. To the point where he temporarily forgets about the current turbulent situation and only wants to use his own drinking capacity to properly subdue Mo Tai Xiang, defeat Fei Chai, and convince Han Yu.

  But if he knew that the useless person he had been chasing after with all his heart was actually killed by the silent black-clothed man standing beside him, I wonder what would be going through his mind?

  "Come on!" The donkey put a wine bottle aside, belched, and with some staggering, took a newly opened wine bottle from the hand of his younger brother beside him and started drinking.

  At this time, those younger brothers had already begun to change from their initial cheers to silence, looking at the two with a strange gaze.

  Everyone knows that beer is easy to get bloated, it has too much gas. Drinking one or two bottles won't hurt, but seven or eight bottles and ordinary people can't hold on and run to the toilet. As for those who can drink ten or twenty bottles, they have to be in the category of innate talent.

  Now under the feet of Donkey and Muta, there are nearly fifty empty wine bottles each. What's the concept?

  In the empty and spacious hall, a kind of oppressive admiration is accumulated. No wonder a great man once said that among the 360 professions, every profession produces top talents. Drinking too much wine can also be frightening and admirable.

  "Hold on, no more!" The donkey opened its big mouth, and the wine had just been poured in when it flowed out from the corner of its mouth. It could only announce a unilateral cessation of drinking: "Count, count how much he's drunk. Let him not drink anymore, any more drinking doesn't count!"

  Mo Tai's eyes also turned red, the veins on his neck jumped and twisted one by one. Although he tried to stay awake, everything in front of him was blurry, and his tongue had long been swollen.

  However, like a donkey's cry, he drank a lot, but still remembered the outcome. Perhaps at first, they were just competing, but in the end, they had some affection for each other.

  An opponent on the wine table is also an opponent.

  "It doesn't count if it doesn't count. But I don't trust your people, let Lao Da in black help with the counting."

  The subordinates of Jiao Lu cast their eyes on Han Yu, and even Liu Weilong was no exception. While drinking, he contacted the younger brothers outside twice, and after knowing that everything was normal, his curiosity obviously shifted to the outcome of these two people competing in drinking.

  "These two are really China's hands!" Han Yu glanced lightly at the two men's bellies, having drunk so much liquor yet not even going to the bathroom once, and could only use one word: awesome.

  Han Yu glanced at the watch in his hand as if unintentionally, smiled slightly, and squatted down to count.

  Under the surveillance of Xiao Di, who was called Luo Tou, Han Yu carefully and meticulously checked each bottle of wine.

  Can't help but say that calling a donkey is one trick higher, no, accurately speaking, it was the last sentence he said that had the effect of a Qihua point hole hand.

  In a state of intoxication, he could still drink two more bottles, but the bottle on the ground was one less than the one called Lu.

  "The old man drank fifty-six bottles and our old man won." The several donkey guards cheered.

  Mo Tai suddenly let out a belch and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

  "Haha, I knew it, no one can beat me at drinking!" The old man let out a loud belch and fell asleep with his head on the table.

  "Who said he won? He obviously lost, it was Old Mo who won." Han Yu suddenly picked up a wine bottle from the side of the loudmouth and gently placed it under Old Mo's feet.

  The donkey's subordinates were stunned by the sight, staring blankly at him, and for a moment they didn't react. They had also drunk several bottles each today.

  "Hei Yi, what do you mean by this?" Liu Weilong furrowed his brow and coldly shouted. If Jiao Lu really lost, he would have to go to Mo Tai Xiang's side to grab a few bottles, but now that Jiao Lu won, he didn't need to do so. Yet, Han Yu actually turned his thoughts into action, which made him furious.

  But soon, Han Yu's words extinguished his fire.

  "My point is, for a group of people who are going to die anyway, winning or losing doesn't matter anymore, it's better to just give it to someone else." Han Yu said with a smile.

  Liu Weilong's face changed in an instant, he reached out to grab a plate and was about to throw it when a cold light flashed and a knife slapped him right on the face. Liu Weilong let out a muffled groan, spat out several teeth, and fell headfirst into the still bubbling hot pot.

  The other little brothers just reacted, but there were seven or eight of them, which one was Han Yu's opponent? The Tian Ce danced and the little brothers were knocked down by the knife back, not even making a sound as they fell to the ground.

  At this time, more than a dozen black-clad men rushed in from outside and saw Han Yu bowing their heads: "Boss."

  There is still...