C17 Who Has Ever Seen a Bottle Filled with White Wine?

"Brother Xu, this is too much, right? I …" Lee Ming looked back at Xu Guoqing with an awkward expression, lowering his voice.

"If I let you drink it, you'll get to drink it," Xu Guoqing said with a frown.

Sneering, he said to Ye Zhiqiu, "Child, don't try to show off. If you can't do it, just give up as soon as possible and apologize to us. If you don't get involved in this matter in the future, Brother Xu might not pursue this matter."

"I'm not a child, and I don't feel like I'm involved in anything. If you're talking about making Liu Minggang the dean, then I only have one sentence to tell you, he doesn't have medical ethics, he's not fit to be the dean, and neither do you." Wu Tie held the bottle and opened the lid.

"Humph, don't talk so much. Drink, I want to see how much you can drink!" Lee Ming's eyes emitted a cold light. At the end of the day, he couldn't back down, moreover, with the benefit of Xu Guoqing saying it himself, he didn't want to back down.

Ye Zhiqiu raised the bottle and nodded to the people around him. He raised his head and put the bottle in his mouth, but he did not drink it. It was obvious that he was waiting for Lee Ming.

Lee Ming's Adam's apple moved a little. Following Ye Zhiqiu's example, he raised the bottle of wine to his mouth.

The surrounding people had never seen such a scene before. They all stared at Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Lin without batting an eyelid. Some of them even cheered loudly. The originally quiet Nightfall Tavern had become very noisy as well.

Ye Zhiqiu's mouth loosened as a gurgling sound could be heard. A bottle of Erguotou was poured down at an extreme speed while Wu Tie's face was flushed red. Although the wine in the bottle was also falling, the speed was obviously slower than Ye Zhiqiu's.

"Good, good luck, good luck!"

"This is too fun. Is that a Erguotou [1]?"

"Damn it, I didn't think there would be such a good show today. This rice has not been wasted!"

Along with the constant sounds coming from the crowd, the liquor in Ye Zhiqiu's bottle started to drop rapidly. Soon, it reached its end, but Ye Zhiqiu's face was only slightly flushed.

Ye Zhiqiu put down the bottle and looked at the half-full bottle of Lee Ming with a smile.

"Come on, don't admit defeat! Are you a man? Drink quickly!" The four surrounding people encouraged Lee Ming. Lee Ming's face was flushed red like a monkey's ass, but the liquor in the bottle kept dropping.

Ye Zhiqiu was incredibly calm. He remembered that he was not inferior to Qiao Feng when drinking with Duan Ming from the Heavenly Dragon Eight Tribe and Ye Zhiqiu was a Chinese doctor. Furthermore, he had learned Archaic Qi Art.

"Pfft!"

With a loud sound, everyone quickly dodged as a mouthful of wine sprayed out from Lee Ming's mouth onto the ground.

"You … you …" Lee Ming's eyes were blurred as he pointed at Ye Zhiqiu and said two words. His mind became cloudy and he suddenly fell to the ground.

Moments later, Lee Ming's stomach squirmed and he vomited out everything he had eaten in the afternoon. There were traces of blood mixed in and a stench spread out.

"Shame, take him to the hospital," Xu Guoqing said. He glared at Ye Zhiqiu and said gently, "He's pretty good at drinking. Young Master Ma, let's go."

That Young Master Ma nodded and walked out of the Twilight House with Xu Guoqing, ignoring the few people behind him supporting Lee Ming.

As for Hu Le and the others, they surrounded Ye Zhiqiu and looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

"Brother Ye, you're too strong! A whole jin of white wine! You've dropped it all in one go! Master, you're practically my idol!" Hu Le shouted exaggeratedly. It seemed that he couldn't wait to kneel at Ye Zhiqiu's feet.

Zhao Meng and Lee Wei also looked at Ye Zhiqiu in shock.

"How did you do it? It's like magic. You're not drinking mineral water are you?" Zhao Meng picked up the bottle that Ye Zhiqiu put down and took a sniff. The mellow smell of alcohol made Zhao Meng realize that the man in front of him was different from the others.

"Nothing." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and didn't explain anything. Instead, he looked at Lee Ming who was being helped out.

"Handsome, you have a lot of alcohol." Just as Ye Zhiqiu was staring at Lee Ming's back, a bell-like voice suddenly came to his ears.

He turned his head to see a beautiful woman of about twenty-five to twenty-six years old standing in front of him. She had a delicate figure with a oval face, long hair that had a small wave at the end, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a pure yet charming look. She looked like a little girl who knew nothing of the world, with a beige windbreaker, black panties, and three-centimeter shoes.

Zhao Meng and the others had already turned their attention to the beautiful lady in front of them with infatuation. The beautiful lady reached out her hand towards Ye Zhiqiu.

"Ordinary" stretched out his hand and shook the other's hand. The delicateness in his hand disappeared in an instant.

When Ye Zhiqiu retracted his hand, the other person put a piece of paper in his hand and then left gracefully.

Ye Zhiqiu opened the note in his hand. There was a string of numbers written on it. Ye Zhiqiu knew that it was the caller's phone number and stuffed it into his pocket.

"You're too amazing, so what a chance!" Zhao Meng patted Ye Zhiqiu's arm and said with a wink.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." After Lee Ming's disturbance, everyone stopped eating and stood up to leave.

"Everyone, can we settle the bill first?" The waiter stood in front of the door and looked at the crowd with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu was surprised for a moment, and then said, "Didn't your boss say he wants to invite you?"

The waiter smiled awkwardly and said in a low voice: "Our boss invited that group of people, not you few."

Hu Le took out his card from his pocket and handed it over to the waiter. Then, he said, "Hurry up and brush them, we still have things to do."

"Didn't you say we were going to pay? What are you going to steal?" Zhao Meng quickly spoke and stopped the waiter.

"Next time, how about next time? "I'll invite you this time!"

After the two of them exchanged a few words, Hu Le could not go against Zhao Meng's character. Since Lee Wei insisted on paying, Hu Le could only take back his card.

After exiting the room, Zhao Meng said casually, "There's no class today. Can we go and play?"

"No, I still have some things to settle today, let's wait for another day." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and they walked towards the school together.

In the afternoon, the streets were still crowded with people. People couldn't help but sigh at the large population of China. The few of them slowly walked towards the school, casually chatting.

They had only walked a few steps when they suddenly saw a clamor from the crowd. The surrounding men and women were all screaming as they dodged to the sides.

Ye Zhiqiu and the others were shocked. A group of people holding sticks in their hands charged towards them.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Zhiqiu shouted and pushed Hu Le aside, placing him in front of the others. Then, he felt a figure run out from the side, a tall and sturdy figure, who else could it be other than Zhao Meng.

There were more than ten people on the other side, each of them holding a stick. One of them casually glanced at the crowd and said in a low voice, "It's these few people. Hurry up, don't dilly-dally."

Ye Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat. He saw the three people in front of him already raised the wooden sticks in their hands and threw it towards Wu Tie. Luckily, the other side knew that it was at the school gate and didn't dare to use sharp weapons.

Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that something would happen to Zhao Meng, so he quickly took a few steps forward and followed beside Zhao Meng.

"Holy sh * t!" Zhao Meng let out a loud shout like a mad tiger and knocked the person in front of him down to the ground with a punch. However, he was also hit by the other two people in front of him.

With two "pu pu" sounds, Zhao Meng let out a painful groan. However, he did not step back and instead kicked the person on the left.

Ye Zhiqiu took a step forward and forcefully pulled on the right man's arm. Then he tripped and with this move, the man was thrown to the ground. He moaned and couldn't get up.

Zhao Meng had neither learned martial arts nor joined the army, he only knew how to move forward. Even so, his momentum was still extremely shocking, and none of them dared to attack him. Instead, most of them charged towards Ye Zhiqiu.

But how would they know that even though Ye Zhiqiu had only been in the Special Forces for a few months, it was after all, a Special Forces unit.

Ye Zhiqiu stepped aside and kicked one of the men on the Yang Bend Pass's acupoint. The man's leg immediately felt sore and he kneeled on the ground. Then he bent down and threw a punch, knocking the other person onto the ground.

In just a few seconds, Ye Zhiqiu had dealt with the seven to eight people in front of him and was calling the two who were still entangled in front of Zhao Meng.

He saw seven or eight people beside Ye Zhiqiu lying on the ground moaning, and his scalp suddenly became numb. He didn't bother to hit Zhao Meng anymore and shouted, "Go, go, we've met someone who can fight." Then, he turned around and ran off into the distance.

The other person looked at the seven or eight people lying on the ground. He gave an angry snort and shouted, "F * ck, I fell today." Then, he threw the stick on the ground and walked towards the eight people.

Zhao Meng's arm hung limply by his side, but at this moment, he still caught up and kicked towards that person.

Ye Zhiqiu reached out to stop them, and the two of them pinched Zhao Meng's upper and lower arms. They pushed with their hands, and with a soft 'ka' sound, Zhao Meng's face twitched. He shook his hands and said, "It's actually fractured. Their bodies are getting weaker and weaker."

At this time, that person helped seven or eight people up, walked up to Ye Zhiqiu, looked at him and said, "I didn't expect students to be so good at fighting. I'm convinced that I've fallen into your hands. Tell me, what do we do?"

"Can you tell me who sent you?" Ye Zhiqiu tidied up his Tang suit and asked.

"No!" That person's face was full of vigor as he shook his head and firmly said.