Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 48 - 48 47 Play a Game

48: Chapter 47 Play a Game 48: Chapter 47 Play a Game If it weren’t for the waiter nearby paying close attention to the actions here, these two people would have surely flipped the table in front of them by now.

Seeing Mei Feng’s two henchmen lying on the table like dead dogs, Song Yun leisurely moved the liquor bottle away from his mouth, smiled at Mei Feng, then picked up the wet towel Li Shishi handed to him and wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

“Shall we continue?” Song Yun turned around and asked.

Mei Feng’s expression at this moment was ferocious.

He was like a wild beast choosing its prey.

Having been coddled by everyone since childhood, wherever he went he was revered.

But today!

He had been toyed with by someone from the lower class, and it was even he who had initiated it.

He didn’t know whether this was a tragedy or if he should just say this kid was a son of a bitch.

He originally thought with three of them on his side, humiliating Song Yun would let Li Shishi see the true colors of the people around her, and she would decisively leave this poor guy.

But who would have thought?

He had already drunk more than half a liter of national liquor, yet he still appeared nonchalant without any sign of discomfort.

His eyes, instead of being muddled from excessive drinking, became clearer the more he drank, just like a god of wine.

Could it be that this kid was the reincarnation of a wine deity?

“Were you fooling me just now?” Mei Feng glared at Song Yun, enunciating each word through gritted teeth.

“Fooling you?

What fooling you?

I was just saying I couldn’t do it, and you guys still insisted on making me drink.

So now you start blaming me after you drank too much?

Tell me, why are the upper-class so hard to serve?” Song Yun said with a grin as he watched Mei Feng.

Mei Feng knew he was no match for Song Yun, but since he had already thrown down the gauntlet, he could only fight desperately.

Even if it meant becoming dizzy, drunk, or vomiting blood, he couldn’t back down now.

If he gave in here, who knows what the crowd watching the excitement would say.

Grabbing the glass, he suddenly thought of a clever plan.

A sly grin appeared on his lips as he looked at Song Yun, “Playing the simple drinking game is no longer very interesting.

How about we play a fun game?”

Although Song Yun found it a bit strange, he agreed.

It was just another way to drink after all, how many tricks could there be?

“I know your tolerance is extraordinary and not like that of ordinary people.

But my method of drinking is quite unusual: You set the liquor on fire and then drink it at the moment the flame burns brightest.

What do you say?

Do you dare try this way of drinking?”

Alcohol is flammable and explosive and would ignite upon contact with fire.

Although this national liquor was not as high-proof as Red Star Erguotou that could knock out a donkey, it was still liquor.

If you set the liquor alight, and then poured the burning alcohol down your throat, without some protection for your stomach, you’d undoubtedly suffer from gastric bleeding, and that’s only a mild outcome.

Any carelessness could result in a life-threatening situation.

“Are you sure you really want to compete this way?” Song Yun frowned and asked.

“Of course, if you’ve never played this game before, I’d advise you to just give up,” Mei Feng boasted, having seen someone else play this in extreme desperation at a bar before.

This method required skill.

If you were adept, it wouldn’t cause much damage to your stomach, but for a greenhorn, well, after one glass they’d end up in the hospital.

Besides, seeing Song Yun hesitating, Mei Feng was convinced he had already won.

“Are you sure you’re alright?

Or should I say, are you sure you won’t have any issues playing this?” Song Yun asked, looking at Mei Feng with pity.

“Of course I’m not.” Mei Feng said, somewhat irritated.

Song Yun’s worried look was really making his skin crawl.

Could it be that he was actually concerned about his safety?

Was he the type who seemed likely to lose?

“Alright then, since you’ve said so, let’s just play,” Song Yun shrugged nonchalantly.

“…” Mei Feng fell silent.

Damn, this kid was completely unpredictable.

Weren’t you just cowering a moment ago?

How could you risk your bright future for a mere game?

Shouldn’t you be forfeiting now so I can give you a way out, we part ways cheerfully, and then when it comes to the auction later, I flaunt my wealth and crush you completely?

Mei Feng couldn’t believe Song Yun had actually agreed, feeling a bit stuck now.

Internally cursing, he had assumed Song Yun would back down, not expecting his frank acceptance.

“You… you’re sure you won’t regret it?

I take no responsibility if something happens,” Mei Feng said, conflicted.

“No more nonsense.

If you’re going to play, play; if not, just forfeit,” Song Yun replied irritably.

What was wrong with this kid?

A moment ago he was eager for the game and now he was annoyingly indecisive.

Mei Feng gave Song Yun a meaningful look, grabbed a lighter from the table, and with a flick, a blue and yellow flame leapt up in the glass.

“Song Yun, let’s not play anymore.

This is too terrifying,” Li Shishi said, urgently holding onto Song Yun.

Hearing Li Shishi’s words, Mei Feng’s eyes suddenly brightened.

If Li Shishi stubbornly prevented Song Yun from playing, it didn’t matter to him if he provided a way out, but then…

somehow it still felt like he was the one getting hurt?

It seemed Song Yun’s position in Li Shishi’s heart was…

quite high.

At that moment, Mei Feng felt deeply injured.

But the next moment, Song Yun shattered his illusions with his words, “Don’t worry, I’ve played this before.

Trust me, I won’t lose.”

Damn, I’ve been played, Mei Feng thought.

I assumed you were a novice, but you’ve already played this before.

How could he save face?

Knowing he couldn’t avoid it now, Mei Feng clenched his teeth and stamped his foot, pouring the glass into his mouth.

The burning liquid flowed down his throat like a series of sharp blades targeting his stomach.

The searing and tearing sensations nearly made him pass out.

The onlookers were stunned.

The genteel ladies around were not accustomed to witnessing such a tense and thrilling drinking contest, particularly between Mei Feng, the big young master of the Mei Family, and the lover of Li Shishi, the young mistress of the Li Family.

Mei Feng grabbed a cup of water from the table, took a gulp, waved to his bodyguard indicating he was fine, and then provocatively waited for Song Yun’s performance.

Song Yun nonchalantly shrugged, took an unused glass from the table, filled it up, and lit the liquor inside with a lighter.

He held the glass, gave Mei Feng a mocking glance, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, he gulped down the burning alcohol in two swigs.

He gestured to Mei Feng with the cup turned upside down to show that he had not spilled a single drop.

After finishing the drink, unlike Mei Feng who hurried to drink water, he calmly sat on the stool, waiting for the next round of challenge.