When you take a sip, the choking taste felt like the onset of death, followed by a gentle smoothness representing the rebirth of life, and finally, the burst of strength is life burning.

Lin Chuan exclaimed, "This bartender is truly incredible."

"You can taste it?" Fang Yuan looked at Lin Chuan with confusion.

"Mm." Lin Chuan nodded and said, "I was in a bad mood, but after drinking his cocktail, I feel much better."

"Then tell me, what does that feel like?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

"This..." Lin Chuan thought for a moment and said, "If I have to describe it with one word, it would be 'rebirth from ashes'."

"Oh my God." Fang Yuan was immediately shocked.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chuan asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"I..." Fang Yuan blinked and said, "I don't know because I didn't feel anything from the drinks. You're the first."

"I'm not sure if what I said is accurate either." Lin Chuan smiled.

Fang Yuan blinked her beautiful eyes, curiously looking at Lin Chuan. This man in front of her was indeed interesting; this guy actually took longer to get hooked than any other man. Fang Yuan had been here at the bar for over a year, and countless men had fallen into her trap, even if some did see through it, none ever expressed dissatisfaction with Fang Yuan, and some even got themselves tricked by her repeatedly. Sadly, Fang Yuan was not interested in drinking with these men.

"Come, a toast, to celebrate our meeting," Fang Yuan raised her glass.

"To our meeting," Lin Chuan nodded.

A bottle of liquor was finished in no time, and Fang Yuan ordered another bottle of red wine, from Grant Vineyard, a small vineyard so little that some people didn't even know its name, and there were no relevant records either. However, many wine connoisseurs knew that the wine from Grant Vineyard was absolutely world-class. Only twenty thousand bottles were produced globally each year and only three thousand were available in the Chinese market, which were immediately snapped up by collectors as soon as they arrived.

As for the red wine in this little bar, it was completely fake. Priced at eighteen thousand, deadly without compensation for any lives taken. Unfortunately, Lin Chuan didn't realize this and instead offered a smile.

"Come, drink," Fang Yuan said smiling.

"Drink," Lin Chuan also did so without any hesitation.

The bottle of red wine was quickly emptied; Fang Yuan had a great capacity for alcohol, and Lin Chuan kept her company to the end, drinking seven or eight bottles of liquor and wine. Finally, Fang Yuan's face was flushed red, her cheeks as ripe as a bright red apple.

"Lin Chuan, thank you for the drink," Fang Yuan hugged Lin Chuan's neck, kissed his cheek with her red lips and then said, "Tonight, you... you can ask for anything, I'll fulfill any request."

Looking into Fang Yuan's enchanting eyes, which were brimming with charm. Fang Yuan had a beautiful face and a great figure, tall, and most importantly, she had a pair of 36E breasts that could knock out any man. At this moment, those assets were prominently on display.

Lin Chuan swallowed his saliva and smiled, "Thank you for the drinks, could you please settle the bill for them?"

Having said that, Lin Chuan jumped off the bar stool, hands in pockets, and headed straight out.

Pff...

On the side, a drug peddler suddenly spat out his beer, laughing so hard he rolled off the bar stool.

Fang Yuan was dumbfounded, her mouth agape.

"Fang, should we stop him?" the bartender asked urgently, grabbing the walkie-talkie and ready to call security.

"No need," Fang Yuan shook her head.

"Fang, are we really just letting him go?" the bartender frowned, "This bill amounts to over eighty thousand."

"Write it off," Fang Yuan's face was still bright red.

"What?!" the bartender's eyes widened in disbelief, "Really write it off?"

"Mmm." Fang Yuan stood up and slowly walked towards the bar's door. Lin Chuan's figure gave her a trembling feeling, that silhouette, so familiar. Sadly, he is not him. He couldn't possibly be him. Because he, is already dead.

The most shocking thing for Fang Yuan was that Lin Chuan did not fall for her trap. This was the first time she had ever failed. She had never experienced such a feeling of defeat before, and this feeling of defeat ironically ignited her fighting spirit. This man, this different man, this mysterious man...

"Haha, Fang, you're losing your touch," the drug peddler laughed loudly, "See, not everyone falls for it. Haha..."

"Get lost!" Fang Yuan suddenly glared at the peddler, a lethal aura instantly bursting forth.

"I..." The peddler was stunned, it was his first time seeing Fang lose her temper this much.

In the bar, everyone treated Fang with respect, though she was just luring customers to drink, the bar owner treated her well, so no one dared to mess with her. The peddler grumbled discontentedly, "Shit, she's just a drink pusher, what's so special about her."

The lackey cursed as he left the bar, clearly upset.

Fang Yuan wouldn't bother with such people; her gaze remained fixated outside the bar where Lin Chuan's silhouette had long disappeared. She stood at the entrance, motionless for a long time as if the noisy bar had nothing to do with her, as if her soul had detached from this world, from the noisy world.

......

Lin Chuan had known all along that Fang Yuan was a drink solicitor, so he decided to deal with this once and for all. However, he didn't foresee that this altercation would make Fang Yuan thoroughly remember Lin Chuan, attaching an inexplicable and undefined relationship between them.

Stepping out of the bar, waves of alcohol surged through him. Even for someone as proficient as Lin Chuan, eventually, he couldn't bear the aftereffects of the alcohol. The effects hit him hard, making Lin Chuan feel dizzy. He wandered in a dazed state on a cold winter's night, wearing an overcoat over a white shirt. Passersby felt cold just looking at him.

Although it was cold outside, Lin Chuan felt intensely hot, especially when the alcohol effect hit, making his body feel as if he had a fever. Although the bar served counterfeit drinks, they weren't completely fake like some disreputable bars that mix industrial alcohol with baijiu or red dye with red wine, selling them for hundreds or even more from mere pennies' cost.

In this bar, the thousand yuan worth of wine was at least imitating a few hundred yuan worth of legitimate red wine. So the alcohol was real, just deceivingly sold. Lin Chuan felt his stomach churning.

Just then, a dark gold Porsche Cayenne charged towards him.

Long Wu was very happy today, having made a decent deal and earning over a hundred thousand. So, he specially took two underlings to relax at Qinghua Pool and after relaxing, hummed a tune as he drove them towards Shangpin Garden.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure staggered towards his car in the dark.

Screech...

Long Wu was so scared he nearly peed himself, frantically stomping on the brakes. The Porsche's braking system was indeed awesome—after a firm press, the car slid on the road, leaving a dark mark. Long Wu widened his eyes, his body sweating out the alcohol in fright.

"Fuck, what the hell." Long Wu yelled, pushing open the car door and grabbing the steering wheel lock beside him, he rushed out directly.

The two underlings behind him also hurried out to help.

Long Wu shouted angrily, "Damn, if you want to die, don't pick me. Can't you see who I am, you blind dog?"

"Motherfucker, you think everyone driving a Porsche is rich?" One underling shouted, "Daring to come here, you're asking for it."

The two underlings also each grabbed a machete.

As Long Wu walked towards Lin Chuan with the steering wheel lock, Lin Chuan stood about two meters away from the car, his head drooping. Long Wu didn't notice who this guy was and ferociously swung the lock towards this 'madman'.

Smack...

Suddenly, Lin Chuan raised his hand and grabbed hold of the steering wheel lock swung by Long Wu.

Lin Chuan's drooping head suddenly lifted.

Sss...

When Long Wu saw Lin Chuan's face, he gasped in shock and took a few instinctive steps back, exclaiming in disbelief: "Lin… Lin Chuan, is it you?"

Lin Chuan gave Long Wu a ghostly smile and then said, "Yes, it's me. Long time no see."

Seeing something off about Lin Chuan, Long Wu couldn't help but step forward, cursing, "Shit, it's you again? Looking for death?"

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan smiled at Long Wu.

Long Wu was stunned. This guy had a rosy face and was wearing a thin shirt; could it be... could he have gone mad? Plucking up his courage, Long Wu shouted, "Motherfucker, still dare to laugh? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now."

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan smiled again, his pearly white teeth sparkling under the headlight's glow.

"Fuck." Long Wu, enraged, swung the steering wheel lock at Lin Chuan once more.

Whoosh...

Long Wu swung at nothing, stumbling from the intense twist and burst of his waist. He nearly fell over.

"Ouch…" Long Wu immediately held his waist, complaining, "It hurts, my back."

"Big brother..." The two underlings hurried over to support Long Wu.

"Where did that guy Lin Chuan go?" Long Wu, holding the steering wheel lock, shouted angrily, "I'm going to fix him."

"Brother, he... he's there!" The two underlings pointed at Lin Chuan not far away, still standing there giving Long Wu a silly smile. Seeing Lin Chuan's silly grin again, he burst out angrily: "Fuck, if I don't teach you a lesson, then it's weird."

Long Wu swung the steering wheel lock fiercely towards Lin Chuan again, this time keeping his eyes fixed on Lin Chuan. However, he soon widened his eyes. Lin Chuan had vanished right before his eyes.

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