A large carved wooden table was placed in front of the dirty Mexican restaurant. The table was decorated with dahlia chrysanthemums. Li Du sat on one side, with a row of small wine glasses in front of him. Opposite him was a big white man, who looked a little dizzy.
Around them, hundreds of people were gathered in a circle, with different expressions on their faces.
"Another glass," Li Du said calmly.
A young Mexican man next to him stuck out his tongue, took out a new glass, and poured some white liquid into it. Then, with a respectful expression, he slowly pushed it in front of Li Du.
Picking up the glass, Li Du poured it into his mouth expressionlessly. Then, he subconsciously frowned and let out a breath. "Good wine! Sh * t! Tequila is really f * cking good! "
Seeing this scene, the onlookers all gasped.
"Hey, where did this guy come from? His alcohol tolerance is really amazing! "
"F * ck, is he drinking Tequila Rondo or not? The last time I drank it, I vomited after two glasses! "
"This b * stard Lucas is going to fail today. Luckily, they only bet on paying the bill. If there was no abolition of slavery in the past, this idiot would have become a slave!"
The young Mexican man poured another glass and pushed it in front of the big man. "Lucas, it's your turn."
The big man, Lucas, also had a row of glasses in front of him. His face was red, and he reeked of alcohol. His eyes were hazy, and his body was swaying. This was a sign of drunkenness.
Looking at the glass in front of him, he let out a breath, picked up the glass with trembling hands, and poured the alcohol into his mouth.
"Good!" "Well done!" "Cool!" "A tough guy, Lucas!"
The big man could not take it anymore. Alcohol kept flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were wet. The smell of alcohol was strong.
Li Du waved at the young man and poured another glass of tequila. Again, he frowned and breathed, but he drank it firmly.
The alcohol entered his stomach and was quickly converted into energy. Just like before, before he could relieve his fatigue, the alcohol would not enter his bloodstream and take effect.
However, tequila was indeed the best liquor in Mexico. It was extremely stimulating. When Li Du drank it, it felt like he had drunk a knife.
He wasn't frowning and exhaling because he was pretending, but because he was really suffering when he was drinking.
Fortunately, Lucas was suffering more than he was. They had already drunk more than 20 shots of tequila, which amounted to more than 2,000 milliliters. A normal person would have collapsed under the influence of alcohol.
Applause, whistles, and the snapping sounds of mobile phones snapping pictures were heard. Li Du's bravery at the table had amazed the group of people.
Now, no one would look down on him because of his skin color.
It was Lucas' turn again. His hands trembled as he picked up the wine glass, as if he was holding a heavy hammer.
"Keep it up, Lucas!"
"You're a f * cking tough guy!"
"Let the country bumpkins of Flagstaff witness your power!"
Lucas swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and poured the wine into his mouth.
At this time, he couldn't drink anymore. The corners of his mouth seemed to leak, and the wine in his mouth flowed out.
Hans, who was next to him, smirked and suddenly made a vomiting gesture. "Ugh, ugh!"
Lucas couldn't hold it in anymore. Like a person who had urinated and heard the sound of running water, he leaned on the table and spat out the wine!
The Mexican owner of the restaurant walked over and said, "Hans's Chinese buddy won. Lucas lost. He'll pay for this meal!"
Li Du raised his hand. "Don't worry, it's not over yet."
The Mexican owner's face darkened. "Buddy, he's already vomiting and passed out. Are you trying to kill him?"
Li Du said, "No, our bet was that the loser would pay for this meal. The meal is not over yet. Big Fox, order! "
"Hiss hiss!" The sound of people gasping could be heard, as if someone's tire had been deflated.
"Two tortillas with chili sauce, tamales, roasted pork chop with jalapeno, and your precious emerald tequila. Take them out. We'll order those first," Hans said with a smile.
The Mexican owner frowned. "Do you know the price of emerald tequila?"
"Who cares, someone's paying. Of course, if you Mexicans can't afford to lose, we're already full," Hans said indifferently.
The onlookers booed. Someone said, "Can't afford to lose?"
The Mexican owner glared at Hans and nodded to the young waiter. Soon, a bottle of light green wine and a lot of food were served.
A few burly Mexican men sat around with gloomy faces, waiting for Hans and the others to eat. This kind of bet was like a buffet. Those who won could continue to eat and drink, but they couldn't leave any leftovers.
Li Du wolfed down the food. The Mexican food here was very authentic, and he was very happy. "Two more!"
"Sh * t, is this the finals of the Super Eater?!" More and more people came to watch the show.
"Lucas is in deep trouble now," someone said with pity.
Someone else said disapprovingly, "It's just a meal. How much can it cost?"
"These dishes cost more than a hundred dollars each, and there are four of them! I don't know how much the tequila in front costs, but that bottle of emerald tequila costs 1,200 dollars! "
Li Du used the tequila as a cup of tea. When he choked, he would raise it and gulp it down.
Hans felt sorry for him. He grabbed his hand and said, "Buddy, leave some for me!"
After eating four servings, Li Du burped in satisfaction and stood up. At this point, the Mexican owner's face had turned pale.
He was Lucas's cousin. He had thought that his cousin could drink a lot and would definitely win. He wanted to extort money from Li Du and Hans, but now he had to think about how to get money from Lucas.
Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, Li Du and Hans left.
After getting into the car, Li Du's expression changed. "Big Fox, you're having fun using me as a weapon."
He wasn't stupid. Hans was obviously here for Lucas. He wanted to use him to teach this guy a lesson.
Hans said, "Okay, I'll apologize first. I do have a grudge against Lucas, that d * mned mad bull. But buddy, I'm not just using you for revenge. I want to eliminate my rival. Lucas is one of the most well-connected treasure hunters here. "
The Cactus Storage Company's auction would be held the day after tomorrow. Lucas was on the verge of alcohol poisoning. He would not be able to work for at least a week.
"I've asked around. Lucas has been in contact with one of Cactus's storage managers. If there's anyone who knows the approximate location of the Yamaha, it's definitely that b * stard!"
Li Du looked at Hans, who raised his hand. "I swear on my career that I'm not lying!"
"Hmph!" Li Du sneered.
"Okay, I swear on my love for Hannah that I'm not lying!"
With that, Li Du believed what he said.
Back at the hotel, he fell asleep immediately. The next morning, he woke up feeling refreshed, thanks to the energy provided by the alcohol and food.
Time was running out. They went to Cactus Storage Company again. Li Du released the bug to go through the remaining six storage units. He was so tired that he almost fainted, but he still did not find the Yamaha!
He found the drum set mentioned on the phone. It was a brand new set of instruments. In addition, there was a burgundy grand piano in the storage unit next door.
These two items were very valuable, and were the most valuable of the eleven storage units he had seen.
However, he did not notice the Yamaha motorcycle at all!
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