Upon seeing Lin Feng defeat Wang Da like that, Sun Zheng's face turned grim. From the time he came over to pour Lin Feng a drink until now, Lin Feng had already drunk over two and a half pounds of liquor, yet he still acted as if nothing had happened. This man is terrifying! An ordinary person would have some reaction even if they drank two and a half pounds of plain water, let alone the fact that Lin Feng hadn't stopped eating the whole time. The vast majority of the seafood banquet on the table had ended up in his stomach…

Damn it, I refuse to believe you won't stuff yourself to death!

Sun Zheng noticed Lin Feng was still eating seafood. He wasn't in a hurry to send Chen Dong and Zhang Shu in. Instead, he waited for Lin Feng to eat a little longer…

Lin Feng knew exactly what Sun Zheng was planning. But while pretending to eat, he used his Inner Strength to convert the alcohol in his stomach into the energy his body needed. He inwardly chuckled at Sun Zheng's naivety in giving him time to digest the alcohol. It'll be hard to lose this time.

After another three or four minutes, Lin Feng contentedly patted his stomach. He let out a soft breath, exhaling a puff of white vapor like smoke.

The alcohol in his body had been completely metabolized. At this point, apart from his bladder starting to feel a little full, Lin Feng had no adverse reactions at all.

"Are you going to nominate someone, or should I pick?" Lin Feng asked, looking at Sun Zheng with a faint smile.

Sun Zheng couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. This Lin Feng has already drunk over two pounds of Wuliangye liquor, yet he still looks completely relaxed. There are no signs of discomfort, and his eyes are still remarkably clear, just as if he hadn't had a drink. Could he have been drinking this heavily since childhood?

However, with a wager of over five million yuan at stake, Sun Zheng couldn't afford to be careless, nor did his admiration for Lin Feng make him consider giving up. He turned to his two companions, Chen Dong and Zhang Shu, and discussed with them for a moment. Finally, he pointed at Chen Dong and said to Lin Feng, "This time, Chen Dong will compete against you!"

Chen Dong was the man with glasses. He was of medium height with delicate features and the refined air of a pretty boy; quite good-looking. He smiled at Lin Feng and suddenly suggested, "Just chugging alcohol is boring. Shall we try something special?"

"Special in what way?" Lin Feng sneered. He was curious to see what special tricks this Chen Dong had up his sleeve.

Chen Dong asked the waiter for three different kinds of liquor and two large wine glasses. He opened all three bottles and carefully poured them, dividing the contents of each bottle equally into the two large glasses. First, coffee liqueur, then Baileys Irish Cream, and finally dark rum. The three liquors, each with a different density, formed distinct, clearly visible layers in each glass, making them look like three-layered cakes of different colors.

"This is called a B-52 cocktail..." Chen Dong calmly added a splash of high-proof Wuliangye to each cocktail. Then, he took a lighter from his pocket, and with a flick, lit the liquor in both glasses. He asked with a smile, "Well? Dare to drink it?"

"We really have to drink it like this?" Lin Feng frowned, glancing at the two flaming B-52s, which emitted faint blue flames. They looked like lit gas burners, rather intimidating!

He felt a little apprehensive. Damn it, these really are like bombs!

"Oh my god, they're actually lighting the alcohol on fire to drink? Aren't they afraid of burning themselves?"

"Yeah! That's horrifying... Aren't they afraid of getting scalded drinking liquor like that? Won't it burn their throats?"

"So cool..."

The crowd's murmurs gave Chen Dong a huge boost of courage. He grinned, picked up a B-52, tilted his head back, and downed the entire glass. The flaming liquid seared its way down his throat like a sharp bayonet piercing downwards. The burning and tearing sensation made Chen Dong feel suffocated for a moment. Then, as the cooler liquor beneath it followed, an incredibly refreshing, icy thrill shot through him, making him want to roar...

When the onlookers saw Chen Dong actually drink the flaming liquor, there was a moment of silence, followed by a sudden, enthusiastic burst of thunderous applause.

But for several seconds, Chen Dong couldn't speak. He kept his eyes closed, enduring the sensation for a long moment before slowly opening them. His eyes were teary, and he shot Lin Feng a provocative glare, saying faintly, "If you can't drink it, then don't. Just admit defeat!"

"How could I possibly admit defeat?" Lin Feng smiled at Chen Dong. He had already figured out the trick to Chen Dong's drinking method. He slowly picked up the flaming glass and, amidst the crowd's gasps, did just as Chen Dong had: he tilted back his head and gulped down the contents. Then, holding the empty glass, he raised it towards Chen Dong in a toasting gesture, waiting with an air of utter ease for his opponent's next move.

With his Inner Strength protecting his stomach and intestines, the slight heat and cold had no effect on Lin Feng whatsoever. It felt as if he had just drunk a glass of cool boiled water; only the drinking method was a bit special...

Cold sweat beaded on Chen Dong's forehead. He simply couldn't believe that Lin Feng had downed the flaming liquor so effortlessly. He was in an impossible situation now; with so many people watching, he couldn't back down. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue going all out against Lin Feng.

This time, Chen Dong didn't mix a B-52. Instead, he poured Wuliangye with 65% alcohol content directly into a glass. Holding up a lighter, he looked at Lin Feng provocatively and boasted, "This time, let's go straight for a 'Blazing Flame'! Do you still dare to drink?"

This 'Blazing Flame' was something Chen Dong had just invented; they never usually drank like this. Any liquor over 50% alcohol could be ignited. If Wuliangye with 65% alcohol content was truly set alight, it would burn like a large alcohol lamp. If any of it accidentally spilled on someone, they would instantly go up in flames...

Chen Dong was truly playing with fire!

Lin Feng frowned and gestured to stop Chen Dong, asking calmly, "Are you really going to do this?"

"Scared? If you're scared, then admit defeat!" Thinking Lin Feng wanted to back out, Chen Dong's face lit up with a smug expression as he taunted, "Otherwise, we continue!"

"Me, scared of you? Hmph..." Lin Feng shook his head. Since this guy was courting disaster, he couldn't blame anyone else!

And so, after Chen Dong drank the "Blazing Flame" made of pure, ignited Wuliangye, Lin Feng also drank his.

The two of them downed glass after glass of the flaming liquor, drawing an ever-larger crowd of spectators. Soon, nearly half the customers in the tenth-floor hall had gathered around. The applause grew increasingly thunderous. Chen Dong, still caught in his predicament, looked more and more distressed. Yet, Lin Feng remained perfectly composed, even finding the time to comfort Li Liping and Cao Ying at length.

When Chen Dong was on his fifth glass of "Blazing Flame," perhaps because he was rushing, with a sudden PTOO!, he sprayed out all the liquor that had just entered his throat, drenching the floor!

"Chen Dong..." Sun Zheng and Zhang Shu quickly rushed over to support Chen Dong, lightly patting his back.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Chen Dong squatted down, coughing weakly, and began to continuously retch up liquor mixed with gastric mucus. The smell was extremely foul. Finally, he even spat out saliva streaked with blood. The scene was utterly nauseating.

Ugh... Upon seeing this, the crowd quickly scattered. Cao Ying and Li Liping also backed away several meters, pinching their noses and looking away from Chen Dong.

"Chen Dong, are you alright?" Sun Zheng, alarmed by Chen Dong's state, lightly tapped Chen Dong's face a couple of times and asked worriedly.

"I'm... I'm okay... Just get me some water..." Chen Dong responded listlessly. He had already thrown up most of the alcohol he'd just drunk. His throat was just a little burned; the problem wasn't too serious.

Seeing Chen Dong in such a miserable state, Sun Zheng looked at Lin Feng in astonishment... This guy drank more than anyone else, how could he still be perfectly fine?

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