"Boy, you're asking for a fight." The man said with a fierce expression.

Yao Hanxing, who had been beside him, finally got up at this time. He forgot to tell his friend Han Sanqian how powerful he is. This matter must not be solved by fists, otherwise he would suffer a great loss. After all, the bodyguard invited by his father was kicked unconscious by Han Sanqian.

"Shut down, calm down, give me some face, don't be so angry." Yao Hanxing stood up as a peacemaker, and the man's anger calmed down a little.

"Don't fight, this kid is very powerful, change to other ways." Yao Hanxing deliberately leaned into the man's ear and said.

Such a little kid is very good at fighting?

Although the man didn't believe it, Yao Hanxing said so, perhaps because he didn't want to make things too obvious, so he could only change his strategy.

Han Sanqian found a corner to sit down to avoid disturbing their interest.

But sitting in the corner does not mean that you can ignore your own affairs.

Soon, another man walked to Han Sanqian with a wine glass.

"Since we are friends, let's have a drink together. If you don't drink when you come to the nightclub, you won't follow the rules." The man said.

Han Sanqian waved his hand directly. Drinking was never his hobby, and the other party was obviously trying to cause trouble on purpose, so Han Sanqian was too lazy to deal with it.

"Little brother, no, I don't give you any face to drink a glass of wine. At least I came out to play together. You don't have the ability?" the man continued.

"Little handsome guy, have a drink, you're not afraid of getting drunk."

"Don't worry, sisters won't eat you. Your small body is not enough for us to play."

"That's right, we don't like young and handsome guys like you."

Everyone in the private room seemed to be standing on the same front and sarcastically sarcastic at Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian was not angry by these few words, and said as usual: "I have no interest in wine."

"Then are you interested in women?" A slim girl sat directly next to Han Sanqian, and the strong smell of perfume came to her nose.

When she deliberately put her hand on Han Sanqian's thigh, Han Sanqian inexplicably felt disgusting, which was even more uncomfortable than eating shit.

"Take your hand away and don't make yourself unhappy." Han Sanqian said mercilessly.

"Little brother, you are so arrogant. You are a man. Just have a few drinks with your sister. Don't be polite." The woman said disdainfully.

"Yes, I can drink it if I have the ability."

"If you can drink her, we will never make things difficult for you."

"If you can't drink, just go and stand outside the door and don't disturb our interest."

A group of people shouted and expressed disdain.

Han Sanqian stood up and walked out of the private room.

"Damn, this kid is too out of the way."

"Old Yao, who is this person? It's too bad, it's really boring."

"Hey, he's just a kid, so he shouldn't have appeared in such a place. What should I do with him? Let's play with us."

Yao Hanxing didn't say anything, just felt a little strange. Han Sanqian just left like this? No, didn't he act arrogantly when he was in the Yao family?

Although he is indeed a useless young master of the Han family, compared to his previous attitude, he is completely like a different person.

After a while, Han Sanqian returned to the private room.

Those people didn't even look at each other.

Following Han Sanqian into the private room, there were two waiters, one carrying a cube of wine, each cube of thirty cups, and placed it on the table.

"What does this mean?"

"What are you playing? I haven't seen it before."

"These wines look unusual."

Everyone looked at the wine on the table in confusion, not quite understanding what Han Sanqian wanted to do.

Yao Hanxing became very interested in this and couldn't help asking Han Sanqian: "What does this mean?"

"This is called the Road to Hell. There are thirty glasses of wine in total. Each glass has a higher alcohol concentration, from low to high. If you finish drinking it within two minutes, you will win. Aren't you going to play? Who will come?" Han Sanqian asked.

This sentence made several women look at Han Sanqian with admiration. They thought this guy left the box and was a human being with his tail, but he didn't expect that he would play like this.

The Road to Hell, this fresh way of playing has never been heard of.

"This little guy is really a bit temper."

"But only thirty cups are just that, it's not a big deal."

"I don't know how high the concentration of the last cup is."

A woman tried to pick up the last glass of wine, stuck out her tongue and tasted it lightly, and suddenly she felt her tongue numb.

"Ph, what's this thing? It's so spicy and so thorny."

"This is Polish distilled vodka, and the alcohol concentration reaches 96%. Just a simple taste will make your lips and tongue numb." Han Sanqian explained.

"Ninety-six!"

"Damn it, this is higher than ordinary disinfectant alcohol!"

"Is this something that people can drink!"

Everyone showed their shock. Drinking was to find the pleasure of alcohol paralysis, not to make a living.

The alcohol concentration of ninety-six is, if this is not done well, it will cause death!

"What are you kidding? What's the difference between this and drinking alcohol?" said the first person to make things difficult for Han Sanqian.

"Don't you want to play? You dare not do it now?" Han Sanqian said with a faint smile.

Young people are most afraid of being the ones, and the most likely way they are to be is to be embarrassed in front of women.

There are so many women in the private room, and if they admit defeat, they will not be able to get over the face.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, who said I dare not, just play, but I'll agree first. If you make a fortune, it has nothing to do with me."

Without further ado, Han Sanqian picked up a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all.

Seeing this, the man followed closely behind.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly changed, and everyone looked at the two of them nervously.

Han Sanqian's movements were smooth and smooth. Every time he drank a glass of wine, he would quickly pick up the second cup, without any buffering time.

On the other hand, his performance was particularly uncomfortable, but at the fifth cup, a fire seemed to have ignited in his stomach, which made him particularly uncomfortable.

"Damn, this kid is so fierce."

"His one can't be boiled water, how could it be?"

Someone made such a guess, so naturally someone went to find out. He picked up the wine glass that Han Sanqian had drunk, rubbed it with his finger and put it in his mouth. When he felt the strong stimulation, he denied the statement that Han Sanqian was drinking boiled water.

"I really can't tell, this guy is too fierce."
Chapter completed!