Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 686 - 685 "Not a Single One Who Can Fight!

Chapter 686: Chapter 685 "Not a Single One Who Can Fight!

"C’mon, c’mon, let’s drink!" Wang Hao’s belch was, you could say, refreshingly sobering. In that moment, he felt completely invigorated. Wrapping his arm around Liu Jibiao’s neck, he started pouring him drinks, "Director Liu! Oh, come on, it’s so rare for us to come out, drink up!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll drink!" With no way to refuse, Liu Jibiao picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and downed it.

With him setting the pace, Wang Hao, of course, showed no mercy, urging everyone around in turn, leaving no one out.

How could a group of girls miss such a great opportunity? They came up with their glasses, "Director Wang, we’d like to toast to you!"

"Great! Let’s drink!" Wang Hao held up his glass, laughing heartily, and with a tilt of his head, he downed another!

...

In the room next door, where Yang Haiyang was.

Ever since Wang Hao let out that belch, the pace of drinking had clearly sped up. In no time, Liu Jibiao swayed over, "The target’s getting tipsy; he’s accepting drinks from everyone now, and the key thing is he’s even taking the initiative to toast others!"

"Good job," Yang Haiyang said excitedly, slapping his thigh hard, "Be ready at any time; we’re going to give him a hard time soon!"

Liu Jibiao nodded and staggered back to his place.

Yang Haiyang exchanged looks with his friends, and with a grin, he said, "Looks like it’s almost time. He’s already down twelve bottles. He’s definitely reaching his limit!"

"Definitely!" Yu Zhinan rubbed his hands excitedly, "Oh man, just thinking about how ridiculous he’s going to look when he’s drunk gets me excited!"

When they thought it was nearly over and victory was in sight, after another half an hour, Zhang Hai Ming stumbled over, "He he... he he... That guy’s already down seventeen, eighteen bottles... It’s almost time... almost time..."

Yang Haiyang was astonished, "Seventeen, eighteen bottles?! And he’s not down?!"

Is this guy a keg or what?! Seventeen, eighteen bottles and he’s not passed out yet?!

"He’s not yet, but it’s almost... almost..." Zhang Hai Ming’s gaze was obviously getting blurry. He staggered back, muttering as he went, "Don’t stop! Let’s keep drinking! Drink!"

Yang Haiyang and the others looked at each other. Yu Zhinan cautiously asked, "Brother Yang, doesn’t this feel a bit off to you? Seventeen, eighteen bottles... can this guy really hold his liquor like that?!"

"It’s hard to say. It’s normal for some to drink a lot," Yang Haiyang thought about it carefully before continuing, "But even those who can usually drink a lot would be about done after twenty-something bottles. Let’s wait a bit more!"

...

Back in Wang Hao’s room.

"Come on, don’t go yet, Director Liu!" Wang Hao, with his arm around Liu Jibiao’s neck and holding up his glass, said with a laugh, "It’s not often we’re this happy, so come on, drink more, drink more..."

Liu Jibiao’s face was so red it was not funny, vehemently shaking his head, "No more, no more, I really can’t drink anymore..."

"Why are you being so polite, Director Liu? Come on, have another," Wang Hao wrapped his arm tighter around the neck of Liu Jibiao, who was also swaying, barely able to keep his eyes open, "If you don’t drink, I can’t go on. Come on, bottoms up!"

"I really can’t... mmm mmm mmm mmm..." Liu Jibiao got a glass poured straight into him by Wang Hao, and with that drink down his throat, he was utterly confused. His face turned as red as a monkey’s buttocks, almost smoking...

"He he... he he he he he..." Liu Jibiao chuckled foolishly, then suddenly shouted, tearing off his clothes, and dashed straight out the door, stripping as he ran, shouting, "The more the merrier! I’m just a boy who loves a buzz..." He made his wobbly way out!

Everyone was completely dumbfounded!

Director Liu, Liu Jibiao, was actually running naked after getting drunk! Not only running and stripping but also singing!

"Burp..." Wang Hao let out another long belch and then looked puzzledly, "What’s going on with Director Liu? It’s not even hot in here..." then he wrapped his arm around Zhang Hai Ming’s neck, "Come on, drink!"

...

"Oh no!" A service staff member burst into Yang Haiyang’s room, shouting, "Oh no!"

"What’s the matter now?" Yang Haiyang shot up, frowning, "What happened? What was all that ruckus outside just now, and who was singing?"

"It’s Director Liu!" the service staff member’s face was the picture of shock as he replied, "Director Liu drank too much, and now he’s running around the entire boat, almost naked, down to just his underwear!"

Yang Haiyang: "..."

Yu Zhinan: "..."

Other onlookers: "..."

"Fuck!" Yang Haiyang blurted out a classic curse, yelling, "We haven’t managed to drink Wang Hao under the table yet, but Director Liu has ended up streaking?! Is this guy a fucking alcohol tank?! Not down after more than twenty bottles?!"

"I’d say he’s more like an alcohol jar," Yu Zhinan, stunned, leaned back on the sofa, saying, "More than twenty bottles, and he’s still not down?!"

"What exactly is going on?" Yang Haiyang was anxiously pacing the room: "It should be soon! It has to be soon!"

As he was pacing, he heard another loud shout from next door: "Where’s the booze? We’re out of booze!"

"They’re calling for me, I’ll go get the drinks!" The service staff hurried out and then about two minutes later, returned drenched in cold sweat, "Oh no! Two more people drank too much! Mr. Zhang is in the room dancing on a pole right now!"

Zhang Hai Ming actually took up pole dancing!

Yang Haiyang was nearly scared to death! What on earth was going on?! How could such a fucking situation lead to one person streaking and another pole dancing?! A bunch of losers, why don’t they just drop dead?!

"It’s definitely soon! It must be!" At this point, Yang Haiyang’s face was twisted with frustration!

What the hell was happening? How could so many people not take down one man?

"How much have they drunk?" Yang Haiyang asked the service staff, "How many of the girls have fallen?"

"The girls have already had four drop out," the service staff carefully recalled, then said, "We’ve gone through twenty cases of booze now, averaging more than a case per person, but luckily, number eighteen isn’t drunk yet, I think she can hang on a little longer..."

"Good, good, good," Yang Haiyang sighed, "If number eighteen isn’t drunk, we still have a chance. She’s the best drinker here."

...

In the room where Wang Hao was, bodies were strewn all over the floor, all the old guys who came along had been wiped out, Zhang Hai Ming was wearing red cartoon underwear and dancing on a pole—the sight was truly an eyesore.

Eight drinking companions were down, with the remaining four swaying unsteadily on their feet, not at all battle-ready. Meanwhile, Wang Hao was still looking like he was on the verge of getting drunk, hugging number eighteen’s neck and laughing goofily, "Number eighteen! Hahaha! Wow, didn’t expect you to be able to drink so well, impressive, impressive, worth nurturing! You’ve got a good tolerance there, come on, drink!"

"Drink... drink..." At this point, number eighteen was already a bit out of it. Wang Hao told her to drink, so she drank, and once that cup of booze was down, she collapsed to the floor with a "plop."

...

"Mr. Yang, the result... the result is out..." The service staff walked into the room as if they were a lost soul, remorsefully saying, "It’s all over now, now there’s only Director Wang left standing over there, he’s just drinking by himself now, mumbling as he drinks..."

"What... what the actual fuck is happening?!" Yang Haiyang roared, "A whole room full of people! All taken down by him alone?!"

The service staff also found it utterly surreal: "Yes... yes..."

Yang Haiyang felt like he was in a dream, asking, "So what’s he mumbling about?"

The service staff hesitated for a moment before saying, "Director Wang said... Director Wang said..." Then, clenching his teeth hard, he added, "Not a single one who can fight!"