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Here, Zhuo Zhaoyun and Chen Wanru were drinking wine and chatting about Zhang Feng's childhood past that the latter had found out from all sides.
On the other side, the drinking fight between Zhang Feng and the thin man was coming to an end.
Zhang Feng was drunk, his eyes were blurred, and his body was swaying left and right as if he was about to fall down at any time, but he refused to fall.
The thin man had already drank to the table and floor, spitting out disgusting vomit from his mouth. After vomiting into his mouth, there was nothing in his stomach, and he had already vomited out the bile.
His face was as pale as paper and terribly ugly.
The service staff of the Red Star Club immediately cleaned up and took the emaciated man away and immediately sent him to the hospital. If someone really died here, it would be hard to say or not.
Zhang Feng pointed his finger at Wang Aiguo's nose, shook his body, clapped his tongue, and said: "Wang Aiguo, it's your turn now, come up here, aren't you awesome? Come on!"
Hearing his shouting, Wang Aiguo's face was as gloomy as water. He never thought that Zhang Feng had such a heavy drinking capacity and could still remain standing after drinking so much wine.
After giving a slight wink to the people around him, he walked to the front and said, "Okay, I'll drink with you, but I don't like blowing on the bottle, so let's drink one cup at a time."
"It doesn't matter, I will accompany you no matter what you want to do!" Zhang Feng held the table to steady his body, then pulled a chair from the side and stuffed it under his butt to sit down.
Soon two service staff came over, one holding a cup in his hand and the other holding liquor. After filling a cup respectively, they handed it to them.
Zhang Feng raised a smile, took the wine glass, and poured it into his mouth.
The same is true for Wang Aiguo.
Four glasses of wine were equivalent to one pound, and the drunkenness in Zhang Feng's eyes became more intense. Wang Aiguo, on the other hand, kept his expression calm and his heart not beating, as if he had drank a pound of liquor and had no reaction at all.
Everyone was trying to flatter him at every opportunity, and naturally they couldn't let go of such an opportunity. They all put on a posture of admiration and said: "Young Master Wang, you really have a good drinker."
"Young Master Wang's drinking capacity is really impressive!"
"That's right, don't look at who Mr. Wang is, a man among men, a hero among heroes, drink
Wine is naturally not something ordinary people can compare to. "
Wang Aiguo was obviously very useful to these flatterers. He smiled slightly and nodded slightly to everyone.
There was a flash of light in Zhang Feng's blurred eyes, and he sneered in his heart: "Come on, the higher a person is held up, the more miserable he will be when he falls.
After another four glasses of white wine, Zhang Feng stood up unsteadily, leaning on the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly, and said with a smile: "Wang Aiguo, you still have a chance to admit defeat now, don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Hmph, what do you mean? If you can't do it, just say it." Wang Aiguo snorted coldly, obviously not appreciating it.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he curled up his lips and said, "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. It's because you don't cherish it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the empty beer bottle on the table and smashed it on Wang Aiguo's forehead.
There was a loud bang, and glass particles splattered everywhere. Blood even left on Wang Aiguo's forehead. His face was twisted and ferocious as he stood up and roared: "Zhang Laoer, do you want to die?"
Zhang Feng's crazy behavior shocked everyone present. What is going on? Just now we were having a drinking fight, why did it suddenly turn into a full-on martial arts fight? Moreover, Zhang Lao Er dared to attack Wang Aiguo, the Fourth Young Master of Kyoto, directly. This was really a life-threatening situation!
"I want to die? Hahaha!" Zhang Feng laughed maniacally and saw the waiter who had just poured Wang Aiguo wine quietly retreating behind the crowd.
There was a hint of coldness in the corner of his eyes, he slapped his palm on the table, and he flew up.
Seeing his posture, Wang Aiguo knew that his "conspiracy" was exposed. He must not let Zhang Feng expose it, otherwise he would not only lose the battle, but also lose his character. His reputation in Kyoto City was really It's so bad that it may even affect his future official career.
Knowing that he was no match for Zhang Feng, he could only bite the bullet and rush towards Zhang Feng.
The fist hit Zhang Feng fiercely, and Zhang Feng touched his fist with one foot, and slapped him hard in the face with the other foot.
In just one round, Wang Aiguo flew out with a purple-green footprint on his cheek.
And that service
The police officer also took the opportunity to walk out a few meters. Zhang Feng grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it at him.
boom!
There was no need to question Zhang Feng's accuracy and he directly made a cut on the back of his head. The waiter was hit hard on the back of the head, the whites of his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground. The wine bottle he was holding fell to pieces and shattered on the ground, and the wine inside was flowing freely.
Contemptuous eyes fell on the face of Wang Aiguo who fell to the ground. Zhang Feng staggered to the side of the fainted waiter.
He slowly squatted down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out his lighter, lit it, and smoked slowly.
Pressing the lighter with your finger, the flame flickered on and off.
Wang Aiguo finally knew what Zhang Feng was going to do, and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Laoer, I give up. Understand that I will send the real estate certificate of the villa and all the documents to you, how about it? Keep a line in your life, and in the future I really want to see you.”
Everyone is confused, why are the ones before and after so big? Wang Aiguo was hit with a beer bottle and a flying kick. Why did he take the initiative to beg for mercy
"Leave a few strands in being a human being. Do you really want to see me in the future?"
Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Wang Aiguo, you said you didn't take the initiative to provoke me that time? Did you really want to see me that time? Mader, besides, it's not that I didn't give you a chance, but you don't cherish it, do you understand? It's too late to say anything now!"
As he said that, he took out a face towel from his pocket, moistened it with the wine flowing freely on the ground, and then put it in front of the flame of the lighter.
The paper towel was still wet and had no intention of igniting it.
Everyone was stunned. Some people had realized what was going on, but others were a little confused.
Throwing away the paper towel in his hand, Zhang Feng walked over and grabbed the wine bottle from the waiter who poured him wine, poured the wine on the table, and brought the flame of the lighter closer to him.
boom.
The flames immediately started burning on the table, and the smell of burning was accompanied by a strong aroma of wine.
At this moment, even the confused people understood. Wang Aiguo used white water instead of white wine to fight Zhang Feng. Isn't this cheating
Everyone's eyes fell on Wang Aiguo's face. Wang Aiguo got up from the ground, and his vicious eyes fell on Zhang Feng's face. They wanted to eat his flesh and drink his bone marrow!