Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 481 - 476: Don’t Drink So Fiercely

Chapter 481: Chapter 476: Don’t Drink So Fiercely

"Hey, hey, boss, this is alcohol, not water. Can you not drink it so fiercely?"

The two sat amidst the dimly lit food stall, constantly receiving numerous envious glances from around them.

However, while the teasing glances that fell on Nangong Bing were one thing, the moment they swept over Lin Zifeng, the looks took on a somewhat different flavor.

A strikingly beautiful woman seated next to a young man dressed in simple attire.

It inevitably led those around them to recall a popular phrase of the day.

"All the good ones are wasted on beasts."

"This drink seems to be much tastier than red wine," Nangong Bing said, her slender fingers tightly clutching the glass as she gazed at the pale amber liquid inside, as if she was somewhat mesmerized.

"..."

Lin Zifeng, who had just thought about asking her to drink less, was rendered speechless.

"Have you always liked drinking this sort of thing?" Nangong Bing’s sly apricot eyes appeared somewhat hazy under the faint influence of alcohol.

"Boss, you haven’t drunk too much, have you?" Lin Zifeng asked tentatively.

"No, how could this drink-like alcohol possibly intoxicate anyone?"

"No matter what, this is still alcohol. You can’t drink it like this. Drinking too much isn’t good for your health—moderate drinking can be delightful, but excessive drinking harms the body," Lin Zifeng said as he tried to take the glass from Nangong Bing’s hand, only to be rejected with a backhand.

"What are you doing? Even though it’s alcohol, it tastes quite nice. I like it."

It seemed Nangong Bing was either not drunk or had fallen for the addictive nature of beer.

"If you keep drinking, you’ll really get drunk, and then I’ll have to rely on you to drive me home."

"It’s fine, I’m just drinking a little bit."

Beer itself is not that strong, and the average person can have a few sips, especially since Nangong Bing had been incredibly busy with company matters recently. Her mood had been chaotic, her life’s pace had noticeably quickened, and every night as she looked at the portrait of the man with the bronze mask by her bedside, Nangong Bing’s heart was twisted in anguish. Having been saved by him several times, why couldn’t he come to see her?

"But you’re already drunk." Lin Zifeng hurried forward, trying to snatch the glass from Nangong Bing’s hand, but unexpectedly slipped, lunging forward.

In an instant, Nangong Bing’s pretty eyes widened as their lips unexpectedly met!

Damn it!

Why was the ground so slippery?

At the time, that was the first thought in Lin Zifeng’s mind, yet before he could savor the moment, Nangong Bing, with eyes wide, quickly reacted and pushed him away.

Suddenly, her exquisite face flushed, and those autumnal eyes gleamed, seemingly lost in thought.

And Lin Zifeng was so embarrassed he hardly dared to breathe, thinking: Damn it! Couldn’t the damn ground be any slipperier? Might as well just fall flat...

If Nangong Bing had the Mind Reading Technique at this moment, who knows what she might be thinking—

"The food’s gone cold, let’s eat," finding a better reason to ease the awkward atmosphere, Lin Zifeng chuckled dryly, picked up his chopsticks, and began to clear away the dishes on the table.

But Nangong Bing was somewhat dumbfounded.

From the first day she knew Lin Zifeng, her accidental exposures were all witnessed by this guy. A series of melodramatic events that followed led to numerous conflicts between them, but now.

Did he really steal what could be considered her first kiss, a treasure she’d held for over two decades?

As Nangong Bing bashfully kept downing drinks, a wave of insults suddenly erupted behind her.

Sure enough.

Both Nangong Bing and Lin Zifeng turned their heads to look, only to see the bald man from earlier approaching them with a ferocious expression. He was followed by a crowd of burly men, whose red faces and cigarette-clutching mouths suggested they’d been drinking heavily into the night.

Lin Zifeng didn’t need to look to guess that this guy was definitely here for revenge, with his buddies in tow.

At that moment, Nangong Bing seemed to have indeed drunk a bit too much, trying to hide the embarrassment from Lin Zifeng’s kiss. She had gulped down five or six beers in succession, and now the alcohol had gone to her head, making her pretty face blush, though whether from the alcohol or embarrassment was unclear.

"Big brother, that little bastard hit me, him! He’s eating at that table," the bald man said fiercely, pointing towards Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng simply took his time sipping his beer indifferently, his eyes, sharp as a tiger’s, never straying from them.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, bare-chested, incessantly chewing betel nuts, with his beer belly sticking out, his entire demeanor rough like a bandit’s, as if others not recognizing him would mistake him for a hooligan.

"Him?"

The crew-cut man chewed on the betel nut in his mouth skeptically and asked.

How could that guy at the table look like any kind of expert, capable of doing what the bald man claimed—silently bursting his "Dandan"?

"Big brother, it’s this kid. Don’t be fooled by his harmless-panda-like appearance; this guy is ferociously ruthless," the bald man said, seemingly recalling the scene when Lin Zifeng had smashed his "Dandan", involuntarily shrinking his neck.

"Dammit! Look at how big and strong you are, and you got played by that loser? You’re seriously shaming me," the crew-cut man cursed fiercely.

Looking at the bald man, he felt a surge of frustration. After all, he was supposed to be the one in charge of him in the gang.

"Yes, yes, it’s my fault," the bald man kept nodding earnestly.

Under the crew-cut man’s lead, a group of seven or eight men, each with tattoos of snakes, bugs, or other vermin on their arms, quickly surrounded Lin Zifeng and his company.

Yet, Lin Zifeng remained unfazed, continuing to eat his rice. Not until people crowded around did Lin Zifeng wipe his mouth and leisurely pull out a cigarette to light.

"Is there a problem?" Lin Zifeng asked.

The crew-cut man first glanced at Nangong Bing, who appeared tipsy; noting her elegant and regal presence, he couldn’t help but click his tongue twice.

His face showed a lecherous, intoxicated look.

"Is she your wife?" the crew-cut man asked lasciviously, chewing his betel nut and pointing at Nangong Bing.

"If there’s nothing else, I hope you won’t disturb me and my wife’s dinner. I have this quirk, every time I see fat intestines, I feel a bit nauseous," Lin Zifeng said icily, his dislike evident. He couldn’t stand those men ogling Nangong Bing with their peculiar gazes; as a man, it irritated him. After all, every man has his temper, and even the most patient have their limits.

"Yo! What did he say?" The crew-cut man appeared to hear the funniest joke of the day, smirking with widened eyes, mocking as he asked his underling.