Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 352 - 351 Hell Tequila

Chapter 352: Chapter 351 Hell Tequila

"Brother Tian, who are these people coming down now? It seems they recognize you. It was them who had the conflict with the Japanese before," Liu Wenxing asked.

"So it was them. I’ve met them once before. The one who spoke earlier is called Li Wenxuan, and he’s part of the sports car crowd. The one next to him is Fan Lei from the motorcycle crowd. I don’t know the names of the others, but it turns out they’ve become good friends through fighting," Lin Tian said with a slight smile, introducing them.

"Judging by their tone, it looks like they’re about to start bickering again," Liu Wenxing said.

"It’s fine, Li Wenxuan and his group are not pushovers, and they can’t really fight here anyway," Lin Tian said indifferently.

At this moment, Hu Ying appeared, still carrying a large iron rod, and with his towering presence, he was quite intimidating standing there.

"Second Young Master Bai, what do you mean by this? This is Brother Tian’s territory," Hu Ying said with a frown.

Bai Yufeng glanced up at Hu Ying and said indifferently, "It’s nothing much, my friend here says your drinks are too weak and suspects you’re selling fake alcohol. What does it matter if this is Lin Tian’s territory? Can he sell fake alcohol just because it’s his place?"

"Brother Hu Ying, no need to waste words with him," Li Wenxuan walked over, looked disdainfully at the Japanese, and said to the leading Japanese man, "Futian Shenyi, I can’t believe you have the nerve to set foot on Brother Tian’s territory after losing a Bugatti Veyron to him."

The person Bai Yufeng had been in private conversation with was indeed Futian Shenyi, whom Lin Tian had already noticed. He came to Xikou City with his father, Futian Yizhi. Lin Tian had injured Futian Yizhi before, and to his surprise, when he saw him this morning he was still lively and agile, suggesting someone had healed his hidden injuries.

Futian Shenyi’s eyes flashed with malice when reminded of his past humiliation, but Bai Yufeng quickly retorted, "Li Wenxuan, aren’t you afraid of being punished by Mr. Li for fooling around outside all the time?"

"That’s none of your concern," replied Li Wenxuan coldly.

Then, picking up a bottle of liquor from the table and looking at it, he scoffed again, "Futian Shenyi, you have the nerve to accuse the bar of selling fake alcohol when your lackey ordered a bottle of 30-proof alcohol. Even a three-year-old child would find that weak. Brothers, tell the kiddo what proof the alcohol you were drinking just now was."

"Haha, Brother Wen, the alcohol we ordered was never below 50-proof!" several people laughed and responded loudly.

The entire bar was watching the scene unfold. Hearing what they said, many people started to laugh.

Futian Shenyi and Bai Yufeng were both irate, embarrassed by the laughter of so many people. They had come to pick a fight but ended up being sidetracked by a few words from Li Wenxuan.

"Li Wenxuan, you think you can outdrink anyone, right? Good, how about we have a competition? If you lose, have the bar manager come out and apologize to us; your waiter was disrespectful earlier," Bai Yufeng said with a sneer of provocation.

"Me? Lose? If I lose, I don’t need Manager Lu to step in; I’ll apologize on behalf of the bar. But if you lose, have Futian Shenyi call me Grandpa three times," Li Wenxuan retorted as he sat down, his words equally provocative.

Drunken bar fights are common, and others, seeing the excitement, gathered around. Bai Yufeng and Futian Shenyi exchanged glances, both revealing smug smiles of victory.

"Since you’re interested, we’ll gladly join in. Each side will send one person to drink at the same time. Whoever falls first loses! Our contender will be Mr. Jingxia who made a scene earlier," Bai Yufeng said with a smile, revealing the rules and designating the Japanese man who had lost his temper as their contender.

"Him? Hmph..." Li Wenxuan snorted with disdain, "In that case, choose whatever you want to drink; I wouldn’t want you to say we bullied a foreign friend after you lose."

Bai Yufeng didn’t hesitate, and simply stated, "In that case, I won’t be polite. Since it’s a drinking match, we’ll go with the Hell Shooter!"

Hell Shooter! The crowd around became restless, surprised by the choice of such a potent drink for the competition.

Lin Tian had worked in a bar for a while, so he of course knew what a Hell Shooter was—it was another name for Hell Tequila. Simply put, it was a cocktail made mainly with tequila, following a specific recipe.

But this particular tequila was distilled to a high proof, stronger than the 62-degree baijiu. Depending on the individual distillation practices of each bartender, the proof of the drink could reach as high as 85 degrees, with the lowest still around 75 degrees. After being mixed according to the recipe, the alcohol content of a Hell Shooter would not be less than 70 degrees.

Drinking this was almost no different from drinking pure alcohol, especially with the added ingredients; a single sip of this drink would feel like an arrow of Hell Shooter piercing through your guts, requiring tremendous courage to even attempt.

"Brother Tian, that’s a Hell Shooter, and Li Wenxuan has already had quite a bit to drink. Can he withstand it?" Liu Wenxing voiced his concern.

"Let’s just watch for now. This is a man’s contest. With so many people watching, intervening now would be humiliating for Li Wenxuan," Lin Tian said calmly.

At this moment, the bartender had personally come over to mix the drink—which ordinary people were incapable of doing.

This female bartender was someone Lin Tian had seen before; she was the beauty who had made a fruit juice for Xiao Manxuan last time. Her hands moved quickly as she mixed the drinks, yet her movements were graceful. In no time, a large bowl of the Hell Shooter was ready.

Fan Lei whispered to Li Wenxuan, "Brother Wenxuan, you’ve had quite a bit already. Should I take over if you can’t handle it?"

"What’s there to be afraid of? Even if it knocks me out, I can’t show weakness in front of the Japanese! Besides, you haven’t drunk less than me, so why should you step in?" Li Wenxuan retorted unhappily.

"Let’s get started. No more dawdling," Bai Yufeng urged.

Mr. Jingxia lifted his glass and gave Li Wenxuan a sidelong glance, sneering, "This is yours, Huaxia man. You can’t do it!"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and poured the entire cup of Hell Shooter into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp without so much as furrowing his brow.

Although his posture was cool, the onlooking crowd didn’t cheer or applaud. Instead, they glared at him with anger. Mr. Jingxia’s remark about "Huaxia men can’t do it" had irritated everyone in the bar.

The Japanese were short, and that thing of theirs short as well; being belittled like that by such a Japanese man made everyone boil with rage. Li Wenxuan also glared and swallowed down the Hell Shooter in front of him.

"Good!"

"Brother Wen is mighty!"

The audience erupted with loud cheers, as if Li Wenxuan was fighting for the nation’s honor, reclaiming the dignity of Huaxia men.

Liu Wenxing clapped vigorously, excitedly saying, "That was fierce, he actually drank it all, so cool."

"Don’t celebrate too early. That Japanese man, Mr. Jingxia, didn’t show any change in expression when he drank, while Li Wenxuan had a very slight change on his face. He’s already had a lot to drink, and the Japanese man is rested and ready. The outcome is still uncertain," Lin Tian frowned and said. His position allowed him to clearly see the expressions on the faces of both sides.

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