840: C840 The Smell of Gunpowder

C840 The Smell of Gunpowder

When Mo Wuwei saw Jiang Feifan and Lee's actions, he seemed to have understood something. He walked to Lee's side and whispered into his ear.

"Young man, listen to Jiang Feifan. When you do something, pay attention to the situation. Don't make yourself regret it when the time comes, got it?"

Jiang Feifan suddenly felt that Mo Wuwei was getting more and more arrogant under Old Master Yang's protection. He had secretly decided that he would make this kid cry and leave today.

At the same time, in order to not let Lee be provoked by Mo Wuwei's words, Jiang Feifan reached out his hand and pushed him aside. He said to him in a low voice.

"This is someone else's territory. Try to keep a low profile and don't cause trouble in someone else's home. I will handle this matter. Don't get involved."

After Lee heard what Jiang Feifan said, he followed his orders. He stood to the side and looked at Jiang Feifan and Mo Wuwei.

At this moment, Mo Wuwei suddenly gave Jiang Feifan a charming smile. He walked to Jiang Feifan with light steps and raised the red wine glass in his hand and said to him.

"How about this? No matter what, I am still a host. I can't make things difficult for the honored tutor to specially invite a distinguished guest."

"Drink with me. If you can drink with me, I'll promise you to answer the questions you want to ask."

"If you can't drink with me... Hehe, then I'll have to trouble you to stay away from me. I really don't want to waste too much time in front of ordinary people. "

"At least you can drink before me, which can be considered special. I won't look down on you anymore, what do you think of this idea?"

Jiang Feifan crossed his legs and leaned against the table next to him. He shook the red wine glass in his hand, then looked at Mo Wuwei helplessly and said to him.

"Okay. I accept your suggestion. What wine do you want to drink with me?"

Mo Wuwei could be considered a person who often went out to socialize. His alcohol tolerance was slowly brought up by those upper-class people. Naturally, he had some confidence in his alcohol tolerance.

At this moment, Mo Wuwei looked around and walked towards a table. He picked up two bottles of Lafite wine from the table and placed them on the table in front of Jiang Feifan.

Then he smiled at Jiang Feifan again and shouted loudly in all directions.

"Hey! Guys! Next, I want to compete with this young master Jiang in terms of alcohol tolerance. These two bottles of Lafite in front of me will be the appetizer!"

After a while, Mo Wuwei called a servant over and opened the two bottles of Lafite. He whispered to Jiang Feifan:

"Kid, let's start with this bottle of red wine. Hehehe."

At this moment, everyone gathered around. After all, it was only natural for Old Master Yang's birthday banquet to be lively and lively. It was naturally better to watch such a show.

When everyone present looked at Mo Wuwei's opponent, a few of the upper class people ridiculed him in a low voice.

"Brother Wuwei's opponent is him? Who is this? He is wearing such shabby clothes to attend the old man's birthday banquet. He is too rude."

"That's right. Could it be that an outsider came from somewhere? Should we call someone to chase him out?"

"Wuwei, you can do it. That kid doesn't seem to be very good. With your alcohol capacity, it's more than enough to make him drunk."

Jiang Feifan didn't pay any attention to the sarcastic remarks of the surrounding people. This was exactly what Jiang Feifan meant. After all, he might be able to force the truth out of his mouth after drinking.

Mo Wuwei picked up the bottle of Lafite, poured a glass of it into the red glass, and made a toast to Jiang Feifan. He casually said to Jiang Feifan,

"Young master Jiang, let's start now. Look, the audience can't wait any longer."

After Mo Wuwei finished his words and was about to drink all the Lafite in his glass, Jiang Feifan reached out his hand and stopped him. He sneered at Mo Wuwei.

"Tsk... Didn't you say we were drinking? Then how can I drink it with a cup? Of course, I'll just take the bottle."

" Ask the others if they want to see you take the cup and slowly drink it. "

At this moment, the surrounding people were excited by Jiang Feifan's words. They all shouted at Mo Wuwei.1

"Wuwei, what this young master Jiang said makes sense. Don't take the cup, just blow on the bottle. We believe you can beat him."

"That's right, Wuwei. This bottle of Lafite is just a piece of cake for you. Don't tell me you're afraid of this bottle of wine? "

Mo Wuwei heard what the others said and closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said loudly as if he was ready to throw caution to the wind.

"Alright! Jiang Feifan! Let's blow the bottle! I'd like to see how you can act like nothing happened after blowing a bottle of red wine. "

Mo Wuwei picked up Lafite's bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Jiang Feifan saw this and picked up the bottle of Lafite next to him and poured it into his mouth.

But then again, it was a waste of money for rich people to drink alcohol. Other people drank beer or liquor, but these two people drank two bottles of Lafite.

After a while, Jiang Feifan poured the bottle down to the ground. Not a drop of wine fell to the ground. Jiang Feifan put the bottle back on the table.

At this time, Mo Wuwei had already drunk himself to the point that red wine kept sliding down his mouth. Everyone present was very disappointed with him.

In the end, he also turned the bottle to the ground. When he saw that there were no drops of wine, he placed the bottle on the table.

To be honest, this was red wine after all, and the aftereffects were quite strong. However, Jiang Feifan's will was still relatively clear, and it was not to the extent of being drunk.

However, the moment Mo Wuwei put down the bottle, he fell to the ground and did not move.

Everyone present expressed their astonishment, and none of them dared to look Jiang Feifan in the eye. After all, they had underestimated him just now, and they didn't know how long their faces had been slapped.

Jiang Feifan slowly walked in front of Mo Wuwei and squatted down. He stretched out his right hand and continuously slapped Mo Wuwei's face. Jiang Feifan whispered to him.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be dead. I still have questions I haven't asked you. Get up quickly."

From Jiang Feifan's words, he could tell that he was a little drunk. He just kept holding on with his willpower.

Mo Wuwei was lying on the ground, and he kept saying in a low voice,

"I'm not drunk yet... Come and continue drinking... Get someone to help me up... I can still drink... I can't lose..."

Lee, who was watching from the side, saw that something was not right with Jiang Feifan. He immediately rushed forward and reached out his hands to help Jiang Feifan up. He helped Jiang Feifan to the side and sat down.

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