Sit down?
Did he just call me a wimp?
He called me a wimp?
Lynn Chen’s mind went blank. She stared at Evan Lin in disbelief as he snatched the wine glass from her hand and downed it in one gulp.
“Good! This young man looks honest and straightforward! Haha.” Leo Liu laughed and drained his own glass, then grabbed the bottle to refill.
“Hold on.”
Evan looked at Leo Liu, making him pause. Leo glanced at Evan with a hint of disdain. “What’s wrong, kid? Can’t handle it anymore?”
“If you can’t drink any more, just say so. If you admit it, us uncles won’t force you. But I remember you just said: either the wine runs out, or the people fall, right?”
Leo Liu smiled, his eyes glinting as he looked at Evan.
You’ve already had more than ten cups—almost a jin and a half of this 62-degree liquor. Even a young bull would be knocked out by now.
Hearing Evan stop him from pouring, Leo naturally assumed Evan had hit his limit.
Evan shook his head, grabbed an unopened bottle from the side, and twisted off the cap. “I said either the wine runs out or the people fall. I’m not going back on my word.”
“But drinking cup by cup is way too slow. I’ll down this whole bottle first to show respect. I trust you’re straightforward enough not to cheat.”
Did he just say... a whole bottle?
As soon as Evan finished speaking, Leo Liu’s heart skipped, Ryan Ping’s face froze, and Henry Shen’s smile faltered.
Lynn Chen’s eyes widened as she watched Evan Lin standing there, holding the bottle with a calm, breezy air. Her feelings were complicated.
Just to win some face for her dad at the wine table, Evan Lin was really going all out.
Thinking this, Lynn couldn’t help but feel a strange new fondness for Evan.
“Evan, you can’t drink that much! You’ve had enough already! What if something happens?” Sharon Lu’s face changed as she quickly got up to stop him.
“Yeah, this young man can really hold his liquor, but a whole bottle at once could hurt you. Maybe let’s call it here.” At this moment, Haiyang Sheng’s gaze softened a little as he looked at Evan.
A man who can hold his own at the wine table without putting on airs—even if he’s young—is someone Haiyang Sheng can respect. At this moment, Haiyang was genuinely worried about Evan’s health.
Dean Lu and Yvonne Yun stayed silent. Beside them, Lucy Lu tugged Evan’s arm, her face anxious. “Are you crazy, or just drunk? A whole bottle at once? This stuff could burn you alive!”
Evan didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on Leo Liu and the other two.
“No worries. With a miracle healer here, even alcohol poisoning is nothing—I can save anyone.” Doctor Wu, who’d been sitting with his eyes half-closed, glanced at Evan, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly spoke up.
“Since Doctor Wu said so, young man, don’t regret it later.” Leo Liu chimed in from the side.
He was sure Evan wouldn’t make it halfway through the bottle and would be knocked out. Then he wouldn’t have to drink at all. Baijiu isn’t beer—chugging a bottle of beer just makes you bloated, but chugging a bottle of baijiu burns your throat and stomach like fire.
Evan smiled slightly, didn’t hesitate, and lifted the bottle to his lips.
Everyone watched Evan’s Adam’s apple move as he gulped down the liquor, the strong aroma spreading around the room.
One bottle—downed in a single go.
And it’s 62-degree baijiu!
A bottle is about a jin and a half.
With this bottle plus the ten-plus cups Evan drank earlier, that’s nearly three jin!
“Collapse, collapse, collapse!” Leo Liu watched Evan chugging and kept chanting in his heart, but the longer it went on, the more panicked he felt.
Evan Lin was like the reincarnation of a wine god. He downed a whole bottle of baijiu, and not only did he not collapse, his hand didn’t even tremble.
“Ahh, good stuff.”
Evan exhaled, his face unchanged, flipped the bottle upside down, and not a single drop came out.
“I’m done. Your turn.” Evan looked at Leo Liu. Leo’s smile froze as he stared at the full, unopened bottle in front of him, swallowed hard, and went from smiling to grimacing in an instant.
Leo Liu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Just now, Evan and Ryan Ping had gone through more than ten cups. Leo saw Ryan couldn’t hold out and figured Evan must be close to falling too, so he planned to swoop in and finish Evan off with a few more cups.
Knock Evan out with a few drinks.
That way, he wouldn’t just show off in front of Ryan Ping, he could also make a splash at the wine table. But Evan refused the little cups—damn, he wanted to chug the whole bottle!
The most insane part? That kid chugged an entire bottle and was still standing, not even flushed or out of breath! Is he even human?
Leo Liu screamed inside as he reached for the full bottle of baijiu, his arm shaking. If he finished the whole thing, would he even make it out of here alive?
“What’s wrong, need me to open the cap for you?” Evan asked coolly, looking at Leo.
Everyone at the table focused their eyes on Leo Liu.
“Come on, Leo, don’t chicken out—it’s just one bottle. I believe in you.” Ryan Ping patted Leo’s shoulder, trying to encourage him.
“Yeah, Leo, once you finish this bottle, I’ll get revenge for you.” Henry Shen, who hadn’t said much or drunk much, leaned in and whispered in Leo’s ear.
Screw your revenge!
After this bottle, the fight’s basically over. No way that kid can keep drinking—unless he’s some kind of monster!
Leo really wanted Henry to help out, but Henry clearly wasn’t interested.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Henry looked at Evan, calculating. Three jin down and you’re still standing?
Once Leo finishes this bottle, he’ll be done for. Then I’ll swoop in and take Evan down with a few more cups—instant glory for me, Henry Shen!
Henry smirked, feeling proud of his cleverness.
Leo stared at the bottle in his hand, gritted his teeth, popped the cap, and started chugging.
The 62-degree baijiu poured down Leo’s throat nonstop.
For a moment, Leo felt a surge of pride—until his throat burned like fire and his stomach felt scorched. The pain made him question his life choices.
Most importantly, Leo’s vision started to blur, his head spun, and before he knew it, his body gave out—he collapsed on the floor, dead drunk.
“Screw your revenge!”
Leo cursed in his heart, but the liquor hit him hard and he instantly lost consciousness.
Seeing this, Henry Shen smirked and thought to himself, 'Brother, your sacrifice was worth it. Watch me take revenge for you.'
With that thought, Henry stood up, feeling like he was glowing with glory. He picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass.
He figured Evan couldn’t have much left in him—just a few cups at most. He was about to say, 'Since you’re younger and nearly done, let’s slow down this round.'
But before he could speak, Evan silently grabbed two bottles, twisted off the caps, and looked as calm as a still lake.
“First round was one bottle at a time. Now it’s your turn—two bottles at once. I’ll go first.”
“Either the wine runs out, or the people fall.”
Henry Shen’s face froze.