"I'm sorry, but I don't have any interest in this so-called deal. If you lose, then chop off your hands and feed them to the dogs," I coldly replied.
"Hahaha, alright, then it's decided. Don't go back on your word if you lose!" Duanmu Que's words were filled with shock. He probably didn't expect me to be such a cold-blooded person. The engagement wasn't important anymore. What was important was that I use the identity of Duanmu Que's wife to fight my way into the Kurosawa. I will become the Red Minghui's most useful weapon against the Kurosawa.
The girl sitting to Duanmu Que's left said, "Young Master Que, isn't this bet a bit too much? What if we lose? I … "With a slap, Duanmu Que heavily slapped the woman's face. She fell to the ground. Another woman ran over to help her up and left with her tail between her legs.
Duanmu Que sat on the sofa and pointed to the person next to him, "You, tell her the rules of Killer. Also, go tell the waiter to prepare for a drinking contest. If we're going to play, then let's play big."
The so-called Killer is that each person has 18 different cocktails. Within a set amount of time, the first person to drink all 18 cocktails will win. These 18 cocktails are all extremely strong alcohol. From the first drink, "Rebirth" to the last drink, "Reincarnation", every step forward is a deep tempering of the soul. Rumor has it that the person who first developed Killer was a murderer with more than 20 lives on his back. When he was waiting for death, he created Killer. Every drink symbolizes a stage of self. Killer, symbolizes from life to death. In the entire A City, there are very few people who can drink "Reincarnation". Duanmu Que put out such a strong lineup, he must have made ample preparations. And I'm not good at drinking wine. I just drank a bottle and my head was already starting to feel dizzy. But I can't admit defeat. I have to stake my life on this bet.
In the middle of the bar's hall was a stage. A few waiters were busying themselves in an orderly manner. Some of the customers who were drinking in the bar also gathered around the stage. I leaned against a pillar at the side and calmed myself down.
"You don't have to be so stubborn. What good will it do you to go against him?" A voice came from beside me. I turned around and saw a handsome man standing next to me, looking at the stage. He was of average height, dressed simply in a white shirt, and had delicate facial features. If it wasn't for his Adam's apple, anyone would have thought that he was a girl. I turned my head and did not speak.
"Whatever. It's too late to say anything now. Here's my business card. If you need anything, you can look for me." He handed over a business card.
"No, thanks." I didn't reach out to take it.
"I put it here." He placed his business card on the coffee table across from me. "Please go back and say hello to Uncle Leng for me. I'll visit him when I have time." Turning around, he walked deeper into the bar.
Does he know my father? Did my father send him to help me? I picked up the business card on the coffee table. In the middle of the card was written: Han Hao, Black Viper Group's Product Director. So he's from the Kurosawa. But why is he pretending to be a good person to help me? Is he close to my father? Could it be another trap set by Duanmu Que?
"Everybody, welcome to Shallow Bar. Today, we will be hosting the ultimate showdown of KILLER. As everyone knows, KILLER is a classic of our bar's drinking competition. Tonight, we are fortunate to be able to see such an exciting showdown. So, who will we be facing today? First, let us give a round of applause. Let us welcome Black Viper Duanmu Que, Young Master Que! "The lights gathered in the middle of the stage. The host had already announced that the showdown was about to begin.
"Young Master Que! Young Master Que! Young Master Que! "… The audience below the stage loudly called out to Duanmu Que.
"It's not too late to give up!" Duanmu Que walked past me and gave me a look of disdain. He walked straight to the middle of the stage. The audience below was already boiling with excitement.
Duanmu Que stood on the stage and took the microphone from the host: "Thank you everyone for coming to watch this showdown. Although this showdown is my personal grudge, I really don't mind if everyone is here to witness my victory."
"Young Master Que is awesome!"
"Young Master Que is the best!" Many girls below the stage screamed.
The host continued: "Next, let us welcome the challenger — — Cold Glaze." I walked onto the stage. The audience below the stage sighed: "Today's showdown, the stakes are extremely high. I don't know how much confidence the challenger has. If Cold Glaze loses, she will take a nude selfie and post it on social media with the caption: I, Cold Glaze, am a slut fed by Duanmu Que. If Young Master Duanmu loses, she will chop off her own hands. "
"My god, isn't the stakes too high?"
"This is too unfair to Young Master Duanmu."
"We don't want Young Master Duanmu to lose!"
"Hey, the girl on the stage, don't fight with Young Master Que. Come down and sleep with us for a few days!"
"You want this kind of person? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble? "A few scumbags below the stage whistled provocatively. At this moment, Duanmu Que walked to the front of the stage and casually took a bottle of wine from the stage and threw it at them. The bottle fell to the ground and the wine spilled all over the floor. Glass shards were scattered everywhere. A few people were so frightened that they sat on the ground. Some people covered their faces and blood could be seen flowing out from between their fingers. Suddenly, the audience below the stage became silent.
Duanmu Que grabbed the microphone and squatted on the side of the stage: "In any case, she's going to be my, Duanmu Que's, wife. If you want to sleep with her, it's not your turn. Since you want to be cheap, why don't I sell you guys off to be ducks? Either shut up and watch the show, or leave with your tails between your legs." The scumbags were so scared that they didn't dare to say anything and hid to the side. Duanmu Que turned around and looked at me. Then, he threw the microphone to the host. I wasn't sure if he was trying to help me or himself.
The host took the microphone. "The rules of the duel are very simple. The two rows of wine that you're looking at right now, in five minutes, the winner will be the one who drinks all of them in the shortest time possible. Now, let's invite the two of you to stand in your designated positions and prepare for the duel. "
I stood at one end of the table. Duanmu Que stood across from me and looked at me. "This is the last time. If you want to give up, it's not too late. I can consider letting you go. At least you won't lose so badly."
I glanced below the stage. My gaze fell on the man called Han Hao standing in the corner of the bar. I turned around and looked at Duanmu Que. "Let's start."
The host stood between us. "Are you ready?" We both nodded. "Okay. Let's count down from five. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." "Let's start."
After the host said "start," I picked up the first glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. The wine slid down my throat and I felt like my mouth was going to explode. I leaned against the table and covered my mouth to cough. The host asked me, "Are you okay? Do you want to admit defeat?" I looked at Duanmu Que who had already started drinking his third glass. The audience below the stage was cheering for him. I shook my head and picked up the second glass and drank it in one gulp.
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