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After Qinglong finished speaking, he downed the wine in the pouring vessel in one go and then poured two more cups, totaling three cups.
The pouring vessel was filled with over three taels of wine, and three cups amounted to a pound. Although the men in the army had a high tolerance for alcohol, drinking like this would surely leave anyone intoxicated and unconscious.
Qinglong finished his three cups and looked at Jiang Chen, his meaning clear. Everyone at the table was watching Jiang Chen; drinking was a way to gain others' respect. Li Yang had asked Qinglong to stand up to use alcohol to get Jiang Chen drunk. He was displeased with Jiang Chen's demeanor but didn't want to say it outright, so he resorted to the method of drinking.
“Qinglong, we all know you can hold your liquor well, but Mr. Jiang is still young and doesn’t drink as much as you do. To ask him to drink a pound right off the bat is a bit unreasonable,” Zeng Xianyi interjected, trying to give Jiang Chen an out.
Although martial artists could use their Inner Energy to expel alcohol from their bodies, no one would actually do that while drinking; it would be looked down upon. Thus, Zeng Xianyi felt that in terms of drinking, Jiang Chen might not be Qinglong's match.
“I haven’t had a good drink in many years. It’s rare to meet someone with a decent tolerance, so I’ll join you for a drink,” Jiang Chen said with a smile, filling three pouring vessels and downing them without hesitation.
The army's liquor was quite good.
Seeing Jiang Chen drink a pound so readily and without changing color, Qinglong was slightly surprised but also spurred on by competitive spirit to continue drinking against Jiang Chen. However, his capacity for alcohol was no match for Jiang Chen's.
After five bottles of baijiu, Qinglong’s face turned red, and eventually, he couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto the table, fast asleep. Meanwhile, Jiang Chen remained unfazed.
“This is good wine indeed, Zeng Lao. I wonder if you could send some my way later,” Jiang Chen said with a grin.
“Uh, sure! Once the Xiangxi matter is settled, Mr. Jiang can have as much as you want,” Zeng Xianyi quickly replied, astonished by Jiang Chen's capacity but still suspicious that he must have used some secret method to negate the effects of the alcohol; otherwise, who could drink five pounds of baijiu and remain unaffected?
Seeing Qinglong passed out, Li Yang’s expression darkened; it seemed that using alcohol to defeat Jiang Chen wouldn’t work after all.
With that strategy failing, he turned to another middle-aged man. “Baihu, Mr. Jiang isn’t done yet; you should join him for a toast.”
Li Yang emphasized the word "toast," hinting at something deeper.
The man named Baihu stood up, holding his cup and infusing it with Inner Energy before deliberately clinking glasses with Jiang Chen in an attempt to shatter Jiang Chen’s cup quietly and embarrass him.
However, this little trick was nothing against Jiang Chen.
With a loud “crack,” Baihu’s cup shattered, spilling wine everywhere and leaving him feeling somewhat awkward.
Jiang Chen had already shown restraint tonight; he did not truly retaliate against the difficulties posed by these people. Since they wanted to play games at the table, Jiang Chen decided to indulge them.
The tricks at the drinking table were not exclusive to Earth; they also existed in the Xiu Xian World, and were even more intricate and unpredictable.
The White Tiger thought his Inner Energy was unstable and shattered his wine glass. He quickly replaced it, but it shattered again at the slightest touch.
"White Tiger, it seems the heavens don't want you to drink tonight. Perhaps you should stop," Li Yang said with a frown, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He hurriedly urged the White Tiger to step back. "Zhuque, why don't you raise a glass to Mr. Jiang as well?"
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