ianya had forgotten that it was this very man who had thrown him high up in the air and caused him to feel dizzy."Alright then, I'll say my piece. The rest of how things proceed is up to Young Master...Chapter 319 Seventy-Three Degrees of Liquor!

"I'm sure." Yuan Chen said with a smile.

"I'll join too, you one and me three," Li Xiang also couldn't resist saying. He was very curious to see just how timid Sheng Fei's boyfriend was; if he didn’t even have the courage to accept this challenge, it would be a waste of their treating him as an opponent.

Li Qinglong did not stop them but merely smiled and watched everything unfold.

"Don't compete with them in drinking. Back when we were at university, they were already very capable drinkers; who knows how much better they've become now" Sheng Fei said worriedly.

"No problem," Wang Zheng gave Sheng Fei a reassuring look: "If I don’t teach these idiots a lesson, they might actually start believing in their own intelligence. I really can't understand how people with such low IQs managed to get into Tsinghua University. It's so worrying."

"A bit smarter than average but lacking social skills," Sheng Fei said with a smile.

"Are you going to accept or not Hesitating like this, are you even a man" Yuan Chen mocked sarcastically; he was already convinced that Wang Zheng was a coward.

“Alright then,” Wang Zheng made it look like he had put in a great deal of thought and said: "I’ll go all out today to avoid being looked down upon."

"Take care of yourself. I think you should just leave it at that," Ge Zhisen seemed like an elder brother who knew they couldn’t be stopped, so he tried to dissuade them gently.

“We’ll wait and see then,” Li Qinglong chuckled as he put down his wine glass, watching the unfolding drama with amusement.

"Since you say so, we should step it up a notch. No red wine for us," Yuan Chen said to the waiter: "Get us several bottles of fifty-six-degree aged liquor; today we’ll drink until we pass out."

Just as the waiter was about to leave, Wang Zheng stopped her and said, “Fifty-six degrees is a bit too mild. We should go for seventy-three-degree Langya Liquor instead — that's more manly, don’t you think”

Seventy-three degrees Langya Liquor

Yuan Chen was taken aback before he burst out laughing: "Alright then, you're the one with guts. It’s seventy-three it is!"

Although Yu Chan spoke like that, he felt a bit uneasy inside. He might enjoy drinking and have good tolerance for alcohol, but he had only heard of 70-degree liquor and never actually tried it.

It's important to note that forty-degree liquor is completely different from seventy-degree liquor; the former feels smooth and mild when consumed, whereas the latter can be like a burning fire in your throat. Even lighting a matchstick inside a pillow would ignite immediately!

However, in Yu Chan’s eyes, Wang Zheng was merely trying to show off his bravery. With that pale face of his, drinking seventy-degree liquor would likely make him dizzy and disoriented after just one or two sips.

The waiter brought three bottles of 73-degree Langya Terrace liquor, her gaze odd and wary. She had overheard their conversation earlier and was puzzled about the deep-seated grudges these people might have. After all, liquor around seventy degrees could be lethal to drink.

Instances of fatal alcohol poisoning are not uncommon, so this waiter, out of caution, reported the situation in the private room to the on-duty manager while she was getting the drinks.

Of course, this relatively good-looking waitress never imagined that her little act of prudence would completely alter her life’s trajectory.

"I'll pour the liquor," Li Xiang thought he had a decent tolerance for alcohol and took the bottle first to pour Wang Zheng a glass. The seventy-degree liquor was indeed unique; even before opening, it filled the air with a faintly spicy scent.

“Less, less,” said Wang Zheng nervously.

“Don’t worry, you drink one, while we each drink three.” Li Xiang filled Wang Zheng’s cup to the brim; the cups were quite large, holding about an ounce apiece.

When Li Xiang had poured all three glasses full, Wang Zheng said, “Are you sure I only drink one and you both drink three”

"Of course." Yu Chan sneered in reply, showing no sign of realizing he was falling into a trap.

"Alright then, here’s to my grit and determination!" Wang Zheng raised his glass with great fervor, downing the entire cup at once!

“Cough cough!” It seemed too much or perhaps the liquor was just too strong; Wang Zheng choked on it, turning red-faced and disheveled.

"How embarrassing! How could Cheng Fei possibly choose someone like this" Xie Qiner exchanged glances with Han Shuang.

“Who knows For all we know, he might be a wealthy second-generation heir or perhaps exceptionally skilled in some areas” Han Shuang’s smile seemed somewhat malicious.

"I'm done. Now it's your turn," Wang Zheng said, coughing.

Yuan Chen sneered and picked up his glass. With a tilt of his head, he downed the liquor in one go.

This was too much; after gulping that glass of liquor, Yuan Chen felt as if there was a ball of fire burning from his throat to his stomach!

"This liquor is so potent!"

After taking two deep breaths, Yuan Chen managed to suppress the discomfort in his stomach and picked up another glass. With gritted teeth, he poured it down his throat.

"True manhood! A real guy!" Wang Zheng clapped enthusiastically as the only person in the room applauding, making everyone else feel awkward.

Feeling the burning sensation in his stomach, Yuan Chen smiled coldly. Although this liquor was potent, it was merely three glasses. He still had more to give.

Li Xiang followed suit and downed his own three glasses of liquor. However, unlike Yuan Chen, Li Xiang's expression wasn't so composed; after the third glass, he covered his mouth as he gagged for a while before wiping away tears and saying, "I'm dizzy. This liquor is too hot."

Seeing that Li Xiang had finished, Wang Zheng poured himself another glass of liquor, finishing it in one go. Yuan Chen and Li Xiang continued their accompaniment.

After Wang Zheng downed his fifth glass of liquor, Li Xiang was starting to struggle. This liquor was seventy-three degrees proof; a person would usually be unable to handle half a catty at this intensity, let alone drinking it so quickly and heavily. At this point, Li Xiang felt flames burning in his esophagus, buzzing noises in his ears, and even his brain seemed to be on fire! It was unbearable.

Yuan Chen's condition wasn't much better; his eyes were bloodshot red, with churning in his stomach. If it weren't for the sake of face, he would have long gone to the restroom to vomit up the liquor.

"I can't do this anymore," Li Xiang waved his hands frantically and declared that he wasn't going to finish off the remaining three glasses.

"That's unacceptable. Aren’t you a man" Wang Zheng asked with a grin, looking as clear-headed as ever without any signs of intoxication at all.

Half a catty of liquor should have already caused even those who are relatively good at drinking to show some effects; moreover, this was seventy-six degrees liquor. Yet, Wang Zheng's appearance indicated that his eyes were clear and his complexion normal—there wasn't any sign he had drunk too much.

At this moment, both Yuan Chen, who was half-conscious, and Li Xiang, who was on the verge of passing out, realized they had been taken for fools by others.

Li Qinglong's narrow eyes stared at Wang Zheng, looking rather gloomy. Ge Zhisen took this opportunity to ease the tension and said, "Let's call it a day here. All four of you have had three and a half catties of liquor; if we keep going, it might hurt our feelings."

Yuan Chen didn't buy into that idea. He stared at Wang Zheng and coldly said, "Are you messing with me"

"No Why would I mess with you" Wang Zheng replied innocently. "You were the one insisting on drinking with me from start to finish, but now that you can't handle it anymore, you're blaming me instead. Isn’t that rather unreasonable"

"You damn well are messing with me!" Upon hearing Wang Zheng's defense, Yuan Chen, who had become a big boss and thus developed an inflated ego, slammed his cup down on the table and pointed at Wang Zheng’s nose, shouting loudly, "If you don’t give me an explanation today, you won't be leaving this private room!"

As for Li Xiang, he didn’t have Yuan Chen's nerve to point fingers and yell. He felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on his head, making him drowsy and unenergetic. Holding up his face, he was happily smiling to himself, obviously thoroughly drunk.

"Mess with me Are you worthy" Wang Zheng sneered.

Li Qinglong finally spoke at this moment: "Wang Zheng, we're all friends; it's not very nice to get into a situation like this."

"Friends" Wang Zheng chuckled and said, "When did I ever say you were my friends"

This statement was akin to a resounding slap in the face for these people—thinking they had the right to be his friend

Ever since Wang Zheng brought Sheng Fei into the room, he hadn't received any friendly looks. Instead, Yuan Chen and the others kept insulting him. When others showed no kindness towards you, there was no need to return it with kindness either—this was Wang's principle as a hitman. Since they had already been so rude, did that mean he still needed to stick his butt to their cold faces As someone who cherished his own behind, Wang Zheng couldn't bring himself to do this.

Everyone should cherish their own behinds; it wasn't just women but men as well.

Hearing this, Yuan Chen said with a gloomy expression, "Wang Zheng, your words are too harsh. Some things shouldn’t be taken so far and lead to an unpleasant situation; it would not only make one appear uncouth but also ungrateful."

"Whether I’m uncouth or not has nothing to do with you," Wang Zheng said nonchalantly. "And my legs are on me—I don't need your permission to walk out of here."

Wang Zheng’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he draped his arm around Sheng Fei's waist, letting her soft body lean against him. He then said, "You all just got jealous seeing me with your goddess. I understand that feeling, but I don't support the way you’re handling it."

"That’s true!" Yuan Chen stood up and pointed his finger at Wang Zheng again: "As a nobody like you, what right do you have to date Sheng Fei"s a woman, aren't you afraid of flashing yourself"Wang Zheng growled and retracted one leg to intercept Luo Qi's foot in mid-air, then swung his hand powerfully towards her face!Luo Qi was already bac...