Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 273 - 272: Playing with Dice

Chapter 273: Chapter 272: Playing with Dice

However, Su Yang had no objections, nodding, and said, "Alright then!"

Everyone was surprised that Su Yang agreed, and He Liang immediately laughed and said, "Good, then it’s settled. Let’s get started."

"But, there have to be rules for drinking. No matter the amount, the drinks both sides consume must be the same," He Liang suddenly spoke up, "For instance, in the current situation, if you win, each of us drinks a bottle, totaling sixteen bottles. However, if you lose, then you must drink all sixteen bottles. This is called fairness for both host and guest!"

The crowd laughed again. Fair my ass, this is obviously bullying!

"No problem!" Su Yang still nodded, as if he didn’t pick up on the unfairness at all.

"Damn, seeking death much?" the young guy in the Mercedes whispered with a laugh.

"Alright, that’s how it is!" He Liang immediately said, "Come on, bring the dice, bring the dice!"

Everyone got ready, shaking their dice and placing them on the table. In fact, He Liang’s group of people were steady as dogs. Sixteen people, if they let Su Yang win again, they might as well be dead!

"Okay, open them!" He Liang yelled, and one of them went ahead to reveal Su Yang’s dice.

"Two, three, six – eleven!" He Liang announced, "Not too small!"

Everyone was laughing. This was just a middling number, surely they could beat Su Yang.

People began revealing their own dice, but after looking, they all froze. On their side, the biggest was a two, three, five – ten points.

"Fuck my life!" He Liang cursed outright. Could their luck get any worse?

Sixteen people, and none could beat Su Yang’s middling number? What kind of joke was this?

"So, I guess I win, right?" Su Yang said with a smile. "Sorry about this, it’s your turn to drink!"

The sixteen guys looked at each other. This was indeed poor luck. Sixteen people, and not one could beat a single person? There was nothing to say.

"You fucking cheated, didn’t you!" the guy in the Mercedes shouted angrily.

"Even if I cheated, I could only control the dice in my hands," Su Yang replied with an innocent face. "Did I throw the dice in your hands, too?"

The man in the Mercedes was left speechless, and He Liang bit his lip, waving his hand, "Can we have a break after just one bottle?"

"Sure, no problem!" Su Yang said with a smile. "But, at most a break after three bottles, okay?"

"Okay!" He Liang laughed loudly and immediately banged the table, "Again!"

Another round, and He Liang’s sixteen guys were almost grinding their teeth to shards shaking the dice. But in the end, the result was the same. Su Yang’s number wasn’t big, but they just couldn’t beat it.

"That’s two bottles!" Su Yang smiled and said, "Ah well, I’m quite lucky today. Sorry guys, but it seems you have to drink!"

The crowd looked at each other, each of them feeling like they were going to lose their minds. Could such a thing really happen?

"Again!" roared He Liang, and the crowd shook their dice in turn.

The result was no different; Su Yang won again.

"Fuck my life!" The guy in the Mercedes was about to flip the table, bellowing, "How the hell is this possible? You son of a bitch, you’ve definitely cheated. How could it turn out like this?"

Su Yang smiled faintly, "Brother, when you speak, you ought to have evidence. Otherwise, you might face retribution!"

Hearing this, He Liang and the others were breaking out in a cold sweat; they had suffered before.

But the man in the Mercedes had no idea what was going on and immediately barked in anger, "Repercussions? Who the fuck do you think you’re scaring? Do you know where you are? Listen here, this is Zhongchang City, this is my turf. Where the fuck did you come from, daring to talk to me like this? Believe it or not, with one phone call, I can have you crawling out of Zhongchang City!"

"Oh, really?" Su Yang said with a light smile, patting the man on the shoulder, "Brother, calm down."

"Don’t you fucking touch me!" the man in the Mercedes shoved Su Yang’s hand away, angrily saying, "Now drink all these bottles, or I..."

"Old Zhang, cut it short," He Liang quickly pulled the man back, whispering, "This is someone we can’t afford to offend!"

"What bullshit is this ’can’t afford to offend’? Am I supposed to be afraid of him!" the man in the Mercedes roared.

"Yeah, what’s so special about him? Coming from out of town, and still daring to be so arrogant in our Zhongchang City!" another rich second generation yelled angrily, "There’s a saying, ’even a powerful dragon can’t crush a local snake.’ Besides, does this kid even count as a powerful dragon? I’m telling you, today, you’re gonna kneel and drink all the booze you ordered. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you won’t even be able to crawl out!"

"Really?" Su Yang asked with a light smile.

The rich second generation was about to speak, but just then, the man in the Mercedes suddenly let out a miserable scream and fell under the table, wailing as if he was about to die.

"Old Zhang, what’s wrong with you?"

"What happened?"

"God, Old Zhang, don’t scare us like that..."

Half the crowd exclaimed in shock, but He Liang and the others all turned to look at Su Yang. They had been through this exact thing yesterday at noon, so they knew exactly what was happening.

"Brother Su, Old Zhang didn’t recognize Tai Shan; please be magnanimous and spare him..." He Liang whispered.

"What? It was this kid’s doing!" The rich second generation jumped up, grabbing a bottle from the table and snarled, "What did you do?"

"Hey!" He Liang bellowed, but it was too late. Su Yang casually slapped him on the chest.

The rich second generation fell to the ground just like Old Zhang, wailing and trembling, foaming at the mouth as if he too was about to die.

The previously arrogant crowd was now stunned. Now, they were certain that Su Yang had real skills.

They couldn’t help but remember what He Liang had warned Old Zhang, this man was indeed not to be trifled with!

Su Yang picked up a slice of watermelon and while eating it, he said leisurely, "A bet is a bet, right? So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to drink or not?"

Old Zhang, the man in the Mercedes, had a hoarse throat from screaming and said tremblingly, "I... I’ll drink, I’ll drink..."

"That’s more like it!" Su Yang said with a smile, patting Old Zhang. The agony on Old Zhang’s body immediately dissipated. He stood up as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What kind of ability was this? It was too incredible!

At this moment, the rich second generation saw this too and turned to Su Yang, his voice trembling, "Big brother, spare me... Please spare me... I’ll drink too, I’ll drink too..."

"Just drinking isn’t enough!" Su Yang said with a smile, "You have to kneel down to drink it!"

The rich second generation was almost vomiting blood. Just moments ago, he was enjoying his brief moment of triumph, demanding Su Yang kneel and finish all the booze. Now, Su Yang returned the favor, making him kneel and drink, and he didn’t know what to do.

"Well? Do you want to keep suffering, or would you rather kneel and drink?" Su Yang said with a smile.

"I... I... I’ll kneel..." the rich second generation replied with a tremble, unable to bear the pain any longer.