Supreme Warrior in the City

”I’ll wait for you!” Su Yang watched with a faint smile as the girl finished her call, then he started pouring the three bottles of baijiu, ”Let me drink first in respect.”

After downing two bottles, he handed the basin over to her.

The girl cried, but she had no choice but to drink; she ended up crying as she drank. She was filled with regret—why had she gotten involved in this mess to begin with?

Then it was He Shao’s turn.

He Shao was already trembling; if he had to drink a bottle of baijiu, he’d be done for.

”Uh, young man, let’s not rush this...” He Shao hastily suggested, ”How about we sit for a while, have some dishes? Even if we are drinking, we can’t just drink without eating, right? That’s just not proper!”

”Sure, let’s have some dishes first!” Su Yang sat back down with a casual smile, ”Meanwhile, it’ll give you some time to wait for her brother to wrap this up.”

He Shao breathed a sigh of relief and glared viciously at Su Yang. He knew once the girl’s brother arrived, Su Yang was doomed, and he wouldn’t have to drink.

Half an hour later, hurried footsteps approached from outside, and a group of five or six young men burst in.

”Motherfucker, who’s bullying my little sister!” The one leading, Huang Mao, stormed in shouting loudly, his presence extremely imposing.

”It is indeed your humble servant!” Su Yang immediately stood up, ”And how should I address you?”

Huang Mao was taken aback. Are you here to receive an award or something? Why are you so cheerful?

”I’ll fuck you up, you dare bully my sister!” Huang Mao swung his hand at Su Yang, ”I’ll fucking kill you!”

Su Yang kicked Huang Mao in the stomach, and Huang Mao dropped to his knees.

”No need for formalities!” Su Yang grabbed Huang Mao’s hand with a grin, ”Guests should be welcomed, right? Why the kowtow? Come on, have a drink?”

Huang Mao’s face turned white with pain, ”I’ll drink your fucking—what are you standing around for, hack him to death!”

The five young men behind him pulled out their weapons and charged, but Su Yang was not one to hold back; he landed a punch on each and knocked them all down. Five men, all on the ground in less than thirty seconds.

”Too violent! Just too violent!” Su Yang shook his head and turned to a stupefied He Shao, ”So, He Shao, shall we drink now?”

That brought He Shao back to his senses, trembling, he said, ”You... what exactly do you do?”

”A doctor!” Su Yang chuckled, ”Oh, you mean the fighting? That’s just a hobby of mine, picked up a little martial arts, nothing serious or worthy of mention. Let’s continue, no leaving until we’re drunk!”

He Shao was close to tears: No leaving until we’re drunk? Damn it, who else here could stay sober except you?

But with Huang Mao and the others downed, what could he even say? He shakily picked up the basin and drank the baijiu, collapsing soon after.

The ones that followed, without exception, didn’t dare not to drink. But as soon as they did, they all fell, not one could handle it!