After saying that, he picked up a bottle, opened the cap, tilted his head back, and put the bottle opening into his mouth, gulping it down.
Seeing that Zhou Xuan had no intention of using force and was instead competing with these people in drinking, Zhang Lei wondered if he had just drunk some alcohol and was already drunk. If he wasn't drunk, why would he do something so foolish?
Watching the man down a whole bottle of Hennessy in one gulp, he swayed slightly and his face flushed, but he still stood steadily. He could handle the whole bottle, but drinking it all in one go was indeed a bit stimulating. If he drank it slowly in smaller glasses, he would be fine.
The man slammed the empty bottle on the table, exhaled a puff of alcohol fumes, and said, "You, it's your turn to drink."
Zhou Xuan chuckled and, without hesitation, tilted his head back and bit the bottle neck into his mouth. Zhang Lei watched as the wine in the bottle flowed straight down into Zhou Xuan's mouth.
Zhou Xuan's throat gurgled as he gulped down the liquor. Although he really wanted to get drunk today, he wasn't foolish enough to fight back against these rich young masters. He used his special ability to convert and absorb the liquor in his throat.
The five men were somewhat surprised. Zhou Xuan downed the entire bottle of wine, and his subsequent look and actions were clearly more relaxed than those of the other drinkers. Among them, the one who drank first had the best alcohol tolerance; he would get drunk after two bottles, but wouldn't pass out after one. However, drinking too much at once was not easy for him.
Zhou Xuan placed the empty bottle on the table and said calmly, "It's your turn."
Zhang Lei was also a little frightened. If it were just a fight, she already knew Zhou Xuan's skills, so she wouldn't be afraid. But drinking was something she couldn't be careless about; drinking too much could be fatal.
The five men opposite them exchanged glances. One of them stood up, grabbed a bottle of Hennessy, popped it open, and started drinking. At this point, they weren't going to stop until they'd knocked Zhou Xuan out. Besides, Zhou Xuan had already drunk one bottle, and they figured this was the only one left before he was done for. So they had to finish this one. The three men behind them were getting a free ride.
This person's alcohol tolerance was slightly lower than the first. After downing a bottle, he was slurring his words, his face turning a purplish-red. When he placed the empty bottle on the table, it landed upside down, nearly shattering, but he still managed to say, "You...your turn."
Zhou Xuan remained calm and collected. He then picked up another bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap, and poured it straight into his mouth, downing it in one gulp. He finished the wine without batting an eye, leaving the men opposite him extremely surprised. Although they knew that Zhou Xuan was bound to lose, they still had to sacrifice another person.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan could drink two bottles without getting drunk. It seems that one more bottle is needed to knock him out. However, after putting down the empty bottle, Zhou Xuan took three more bottles and placed them in front of him, opening the caps of each one.
The others didn't know what Zhou Xuan meant, so they all stared at him.
Their fight attracted many onlookers. No one had ever seen such a large drinking contest in the hall. They had seen many drinking contests, but one person fighting five people was a completely unfair and one-sided contest.
But the current situation seems to be somewhat off.
After opening the three bottles of wine, Zhou Xuan said casually, "It's too much trouble to drink them one by one. I'll drink these three at once, and then the three of you can take turns. If we can't decide a winner, I'll drink five more bottles, and then the five of you can take turns."
Truly, they're determined to say something shocking!
Zhou Xuan's words not only startled the onlookers and those who were drinking, but also Zhang Lei.
If they fight like this, Zhou Xuan is at a complete disadvantage. He can drink five bottles at once, while his opponents drink one bottle at a time. The initial fight was a bit better, even though it was one person against five, because they were drinking one bottle at a time. If one of the opponents couldn't take it after drinking a bottle and collapsed, then there would be one less person.
Now, Zhou Xuan is actually going to drink five bottles all by himself. Wouldn't that make him collapse first?
The other party was naturally delighted with Zhou Xuan's suggestion. So much wine, worth hundreds of thousands, was no small sum. However, to truly drink him under the table, they would need to drink at least one more bottle. But Zhou Xuan then proposed to drink three more bottles at once, making it a total of five. In their experience, they had never seen anyone drink five bottles of wine in one go; not a single one.
Zhou Xuan chuckled, ignoring Zhang Lei's startled expression, picked up the bottle of wine placed at the front, and poured it into his mouth.
Volume 1, Chapter 576: A Special Bet
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Xuan drank bottle after bottle, not even giving himself a moment to catch his breath. He downed all three bottles of liquor in one gulp. While the other two men were drinking, some liquor dripped from the corners of their mouths, but Zhou Xuan drank with great care, not spilling a single drop!
After finishing his drink, Zhou Xuan gently put the bottle down without swaying at all. With a blank expression, he said to the men opposite him, "It's your turn again!"
These words were as loud as a thunderbolt, making those people tremble!
Everyone thought Zhou Xuan would collapse after drinking just one more bottle, as no one could possibly handle three bottles of liquor. But Zhou Xuan drank five bottles in one go and didn't look a thing!
It's absolutely impossible for him to be dishonest or cunning, because they, along with the waiters and other onlookers, were all watching Zhou Xuan. If he made any other move, it wouldn't be able to be hidden.
Zhou Xuan certainly had other actions, but they simply couldn't see them. He used his special ability to transform and devour, so how could anyone else possibly see it?
Of the five people opposite, two had already drunk alcohol, and the remaining three hadn't. I originally thought that at most one more person would go up and drink, and that would be the end of it, but now it seems that none of them can escape; they all have to drink!
Since Zhou Xuan had already finished five bottles, if they didn't drink, it would be equivalent to Cui admitting defeat, and they would have to pay for the hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of wine on the table!
Seeing Zhou Xuan's incredible prowess—drinking five bottles of wine and still sitting there nonchalantly, without a blush or a tremor—the onlookers even cheered for him, encouraging him to "drink, drink, drink!"
To drink or not to drink?
The remaining three men looked at each other, and the man in the lead, who had already been drinking, sneered, "If you don't want to drink today's bill, we'll split it evenly. If you do drink, even if you lose, I'll pay for it all myself!"
Presumably because they usually ate too much of this person's food, the three men didn't say a word. Each of them picked up a bottle and started chugging it down their throats. However, two of the three were weaker. One choked and tears streamed down his face after drinking half of it, while the other collapsed to the ground unconscious after drinking more than half of it.
Of the three people, only one finished drinking.
Zhou Xuan pointed at the man who looked so haggard he was crying and asked, "Are you going to drink or not? If you're not, you pay the bill and we'll leave. If you're still going to drink, then we'll continue!"
Zhou Xuan's meaning was quite clear: he wanted them all to drink themselves into oblivion. Even if they lost in the end, at least these five people would be knocked out by him, allowing him to vent his anger. He was indeed feeling suffocated today, and these people had simply run into his line of fire and become his targets.
Normally, Zhou Xuan would never have been so ruthless in his pursuit of the enemy.
The man in the lead was clearly their leader, probably a real rich second-generation heir. Upon hearing Zhou Xuan's words, he shouted at the man with tears streaming down his face, "Li Yong, drink up! If you don't finish this bottle, I'll smash your head with it!"
Li Yong knew that he had to drink today, whether he wanted to or not. If they were in a private room or outside, without so many spectators or acquaintances, he could have given Zhou Xuan a good beating. But now, in front of everyone, how could he afford to lose face?
Li Yong closed his eyes, frowned, and then grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. Snot and tears streamed down his face, but it wasn't crying; it was the alcohol that made him so.
After he finished his bottle of wine, he collapsed to the ground with a "thud." Thus, two of the five of them had passed out, leaving only three. Apart from the rich young man himself, who might still have some alcohol tolerance, the other two who hadn't passed out looked pretty bad; they would probably pass out before even half a bottle was left.
However, what they couldn't understand was that Zhou Xuan on the other side drank five bottles by himself, a real drink, while they each only drank one bottle, and one of them passed out after only drinking half a bottle. Just think about it, Zhou Xuan can really drink!
The five of them, along with others, onlookers, the nightclub's own staff and manager, all came out and surrounded their table.
The drinking contest had everyone on the edge of their seats, even stopping the performance on stage. More and more people gathered in the hall to watch, but the space was too small for many to squeeze in.
The manager's eyes lit up, and he quickly gestured, took a few steps forward, and said with a smile, "Stop, stop, can I tell you something?"
Zhou Xuan waved his hand, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted. The rich young man, his eyes red, asked, "What is it?"
His red eyes weren't directed at the manager, but rather from drinking too much. Even if he was arrogant, he knew he couldn't cause trouble here. The nightclub owner had powerful connections; to be able to open a club in Beijing, you could imagine how many powerful and influential people, princes and princesses, lived there.