"Zhang Chu, didn't you say you wanted to be intimate with me? Come and have a drink with me!"

A loud shout like a spring thunder blew down the noisy sound of wine and flirting at the banquet.

The lively banquet was silent in an instant.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Zhang Chu, and the meaning in their eyes was hard to understand.

Because the person who talks... is Bu Feng!

Behind his fight with Zhang Chu was the old people from the Qinglong Gang, with outsiders like Bu Feng and Han Qinhu!

It is related to the interests of everyone here!

Zhang Chu had been waiting for Bu Feng to take the initiative to provoke, of course there would be no accident.

He did not rush to answer, but looked up at the seven senior bosses on the table.

Liu Qiankun seemed to have drunk too much, his face turned red and narrowed his eyes, slowly stroking his beard, and he seemed to be almost asleep.

The law enforcement elder Hou Zizheng was coldly eating the dish in front of him, not looking at Zhang Chu or Bu Feng. It seemed that Bu Feng's roar was just a barking dog.

The elder Zhao Sihai, who rewarded the merits, raised his chin at Zhang Chuchao Bu Feng with a smile, but supported him with a clear attitude.

Liu Wu looked angry with a face, but he just glanced at Zhang Chu deeply and said nothing.

Tieying and Hou Zi were just like that, drinking indifferently, and seemed not interested in the struggle between Zhang Chu and Bu Feng.

Zhao Changhui gritted his teeth and looked at Bu Feng with a look of daring but not speaking out.

"A bunch of old foxes!"

Zhang Chu cursed in his heart: "You use me as a gun and I accept it, but you at least give me an attitude!"

Just as he was about to turn his head and sneak a glance at Hou Juntang sitting beside him, a warm big hand gently landed on his shoulder, "I'm asking you to go!"

Hou Juntang's voice was still gentle, and he also had a smile on his face, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

But his "go" clearly meant to support Zhang Chu!

Now Zhang Chu has a clear mind!

"I am worthy of being the leader of the gang. This pattern and courage alone are more than one step ahead of these people!"

Zhang Chu sighed in his heart, stood up and accused the senior officials on the table, and walked towards the direction where Bu Feng was carrying a jar of ten-pound burning knives.

...

"Bang."

The wine jar hit the wine table hard, and the bowls and chopsticks on the table jumped together.

Zhang Chu rudely pulled away the little brother Bu Feng who was sitting in front of him, and did not sit in the seat. He stepped on the chair and looked down at Bu Feng with a condescending sneer: "How can Master Feng drink?"

Bu Feng was not to be outdone? He jumped up and stepped on the chair with his feet, and smiled with a strange smile: "What can men drink, how much do you drink, and how much do I drink!"

Zhang Chu raised his eyebrows, "A word is certain?"

Bu Feng stammered his neck, "Spitting and nailing!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Chu suddenly burst into laughter.

As soon as he laughed, his younger brothers scattered at the banquet also burst into laughter.

The other Qinglong Gang members present were confused.

Is it so funny to fight for wine?

Fortunately, there was a little brother who laughed at the wine table while slapped the wine table and solved their confusion: "That stupid...silly, you dare to fight with Mr. Chu.

, it’s like lanterns in the pit, seeking death (shit)!”

Others don’t know how much Zhang Chu can drink, but those who often eat and drink with Zhang Chu know.

How good is it?

They don't know.

Anyway, every time they left all over, Mr. Chu could still arrange a place for them to live in a clear way.

After laughing, Zhang Chu mentioned the unopened burning knife and simply said incredibly: "Don't do it!"

Bu Feng's face suddenly changed.

The Qinglong Gang members present were also frightened by Zhang Chu!

Did it?

A burning knife worth ten pounds per jar, has it been dried?

Are you sure you weren't kidding us?

Are the cows so drunk?

Bu Feng didn't believe it, and then sneered: "Are you bluffing me?"

Zhang Chu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he uncovered the mud seal of the burning knife and shouted: "Who brother comes here to identify it? Is this a serious burning knife?"

"I'll do it!"

"I'll come too!"

A few gang members who were not afraid of the fun came over happily, scooped out a bowl from the jar with wine bowls, divided it and drank it.

"It's right to burn a knife!"

Some gang members smacked their lips and said affirmatively.

"It's definitely the five-year Chen Shaodao from Old Chen on Blue and White Street. I, the drunkard, dare to use my head to guarantee it!"

Oh, this is still a master of drinking.

"You drunken tongue, we are a hundred believers!"

The gang members of Feiying Hall shouted loudly, openly helping the drunkard, but secretly helping Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's eyes turned and fell on Bu Feng: "How about it, do you want to check it?"

Bu Feng hugged his arms and smiled strangely: "So what, I don't believe you can finish this jar!"

Zhang Chu grinned, smiled honestly, and then lifted the jar of wine in one hand and poured it into his mouth!

The clear wine drifted down like a waterfall and fell into his mouth.

His throat surging violently, swallowing into his stomach.

My face was not red and I was not angry, as if I was drinking it was not wine, but cool and white.

No!

Even if it is a 10-pound kilogram, it can make a person spit out and die!

The banquet was completely quiet.

Everyone looked at Zhang Chu quietly.

Someone's eyes were straight and confused

Someone rubbed his eyes hard, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in his eyes.

"Gudong."

I don’t know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reminded everyone here.

The next moment, there were sounds of saliva everywhere.

What did they see?

The birth of a fairy in wine?

No!

It is the birth of a legend!

From now on, everyone here will no longer brag about their alcohol tolerance!

And witnessing this scene with their own eyes will become their lifelong capital.

Bu Feng's face changed again and again!

It turned white first.

Then it turns green.

In the end it turned into ashes.

He knew that he had fallen!

He can't drink a ten-pound knife!

But men can be cruel and evil, but they must count their words!

Even if he died of drunkenness today, he would definitely pour these ten kilograms of burning knife into his stomach!
To be continued...