Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 261 - 260: Is this preparation for a war of attrition?

Chapter 261: Chapter 260: Is this preparation for a war of attrition?

In front of Qi’er, of course, it wasn’t appropriate to beat up Su Yang directly, so they decided to take a softer approach by getting him drunk. Once he was drunk, everything would be settled.

Su Yang remained composed; he could obviously see through their intentions. But, was this tactic really going to work?

He Liang brought out a few wine glasses and poured three shots of white liquor, saying with a laugh, "Young man, it’s our custom here to ’drink less, pour more.’ The more you drink, the more respect you show us. How about this—I’ll drink one shot, and you down these two. That would be showing us some face, right?"

Su Yang glanced at the three shots of white liquor; one bottle had only filled three glasses. In other words, drinking two glasses meant he would have consumed six to seven ounces.

A normal person drinking in this manner would probably collapse on the spot. Even someone with a high tolerance wouldn’t be able to withstand such a challenge.

However, Su Yang simply smiled without a change in expression and said, "Not bad for a custom!"

"Hahaha..." He Liang laughed, picked up one of the glasses of liquor, and drank it in three sips, grimacing as he said, "Young man, this is a cherished liquor from my dad’s collection, over three thousand a bottle. Don’t let it go to waste, eh. Come on, pass it over to me!"

The others immediately passed the white liquor to Su Yang with grins on their faces. Su Yang looked at the glasses before him and chuckled, "According to your custom, after you’ve toasted, doesn’t the guest get a chance to return the toast?"

The crowd was taken aback. Had this guy lost his mind? With nine people at the table, one toast from each would probably be enough to finish you off, and you still want to return the toast?

"Of course, it’s the rule everywhere!" He Liang answered with a smile, not believing Su Yang could last until it was his turn to toast. By the looks of it, Su Yang would be lying under the table like a dead pig, vomiting, after just three people.

"Good!" Su Yang nodded, grabbed the two glasses in front of him, and drank all the contents in one go, without any hesitation.

Everyone was stunned. This was high-proof liquor, and he just chugged six to seven ounces in one breath? Damn, was this guy human or a ghost?

After finishing, Su Yang simply placed the two glasses on the table and said with a smile, "The liquor’s average, but tolerable!"

"I’ll be damned, you’re really showing off now. This bottle of liquor costs three thousand, and you say it’s tolerable?" Zhao Kai said, feeling indignant.

Su Yang smiled without a word, while He Liang’s expression shifted slightly. Su Yang had drunk six to seven ounces without a change in his expression—could it be that they had encountered someone with a huge capacity?

He Liang subtly made a gesture to a young man beside him, who quickly understood, took out a bottle of liquor, and divided it into three glasses, laughing as he said, "Young man, it’s my turn now. You’ve shown respect to He Shao, so you can’t possibly fail to show respect to me, right?"

"Whatever you want!" Su Yang replied with a light smile.

"Then here we go!" The guy drank one glass and passed the other two over to Su Yang.

Su Yang did the same as before, downing the two glasses of liquor in one breath without pausing.

Actually, even though the liquor had gone down his throat, Su Yang had simultaneously used "Devouring the Heavens" to digest the alcohol. Thus, it was as if Su Yang hadn’t drunk a drop!

After four glasses, totaling about thirteen to fourteen ounces, there was still no change in Su Yang.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. He Liang’s face grew dark with fury and motioned for them to continue. He refused to believe it—after nine people, Su Yang would probably have to drink six jars of liquor. Could he really handle that?

This was supposed to be a war of attrition, and they weren’t the least bit afraid!

But reality went entirely against their expectations. After nine people had their turn, Su Yang remained unfazed, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was absolutely baffled—were they seeing a ghost?

But then, Su Yang stood up.

"He Shao, do you have any more liquor?"

"You...what are you planning to do?" He Shao’s voice trembled.

"It’s my turn to return the favor!" Su Yang said with a smile. "Isn’t it?"

"This..." He Shao was left completely bewildered, "Well, our custom here is... if you want to return the toast, you have to... you have to drink more and pour less!"

"There sure are a lot of rules, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do," Su Yang laughed. "Then I’ll drink more and pour less!"

"You have to toast each person individually!" He Shao immediately said.

"That’s fine, it’s better than messing up the order," Su Yang laughed.

It was only then that He Shao gestured for the others to bring the case of drinks over to Su Yang. Su Yang took one look at it and made a face, "Not enough booze. Waitress, go get five more cases!"

"Are you insane?" Zhao Kai exclaimed. "There are four bottles in a case! Are you trying to drink yourself to death?"

Su Yang: "Only four bottles per case? Then bring up seven more!"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

The waitress’s eyes widened as well. She had been in the industry for over a decade, seen a lot of drinkers, but never someone so reckless with their life.

"What’s the matter, He Shao, can’t afford to drink?" Su Yang said with a laugh.

He Shao furiously retorted, "What’s so great about drinking a little? Bring on the bottles! Damn it, I’m telling you now, if we’re bringing it up, you’ve got to finish it!"

"Of course!" Su Yang laughed. "If it’s not enough, we can always order more!"

Before long, several waiters had brought up the drinks, and even the manager came over in person, never having seen anything like this before.

Su Yang immediately took out three bottles, opened them all, and requested the manager to bring over a couple of basins. Su Yang poured two of the bottles into one of the basins and the remaining bottle into the other one.

"Alright, more drinking and less pouring, right?" Su Yang laughed. "So, I’ll drink two bottles and pour one. That should be within the rules, right?"

Everyone felt like vomiting blood. Damn it, who can drink a whole bottle in one go?

"Why are you spouting all this nonsense, just drink your two bottles first!" Zhao Kai yelled.

"Alright, it’s settled then!" Su Yang picked up the basin and gulped down the contents in one go, even more easily than drinking beer.

The manager beside him almost popped his eyes out. Is this still drinking liquor? Two bottles of liquor, downed in one go? Damn, what is he, Wu Song? Does "three bowls do not pass the post" mean nothing to him?

"Your turn now!" Su Yang passed the basin to a young man nearby.

The young man, with trembling lips, immediately waved his hands and said, "I... I won’t drink..."

"Not drinking? I’m afraid that won’t do," Su Yang said. "I drank, and if you don’t drink, that wouldn’t be following the rules, would it?"

"I don’t give a damn about your rules, I’m not drinking!" the young man said anxiously. "Damn it, stop talking to me about rules, what the hell do you think you are? You think you can force me to drink? Believe it or not, I’ll make sure you can’t walk out of Zhongchang City!"

"Is that so?" Su Yang said with a faint smile, patting the young man on the shoulder. "Young man, if you don’t show some respect, you’re going to face consequences!"

"Shit, what damn consequences, I—" The young man didn’t finish his sentence before he suddenly screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground wailing.

"What’s happening?"

"What’s going on?"

"What are you doing?"

"It hurts so much, it hurts..." The young man kept screaming, spit flying, seeming almost like he was on the brink of death.

Leaning back in his chair, Su Yang said with a light smile, "See? What did I tell you? You’re facing the consequences. Why don’t you drink? If you drink, it won’t hurt anymore!"