Two knives hot pot in the city.

Calling the donkey is eating hot pot very casually, to say that the boss's craftsmanship is indeed good, especially the beef in the dry pot, fragrant and soft is very delicious, which can't help but scratch the itch of the donkey.

If you have such a private cook, it may be a very good choice.

When the donkey thought of this, he couldn't help but be more and more happy when he ate it. He knew that Mo Taiheng was a character who wanted to be subdued but didn't, but he still didn't take it to heart.

Although the reputation of waste wood is loud, the heart is too soft. That's why he is now ashes, but people are still free.

And he doesn't make the same mistakes as scrap wood.

As the wine was drunk cup by glass, the time gradually became cold like the running water blown by the breeze. Waste Wood's face was flushed, and his eyes were clouded with a faint haze.

But Han Yu, who was opposite him, still had a clear eye. He didn't drink, for he told Donkey plainly that he was wounded, not slight, and that the Tempest men had plotted against him.

After listening to his words, looking at the wounds on his body and arms, the donkey drank more happily, and his demeanor gradually soared. He finally knew the reason why Han Yu was in such a hurry to slap him, it turned out that the Tempest Gang had really made a move on him.

He said that he wanted to seek justice for his black-clothed brother, but he secretly sneered in his heart, and when Lao Tzu took over your manpower, he would immediately hand it over to the Wind Gang. You love to fight hard, and you want to pull Lao Tzu to help you, but there is no door.

"Well, you, boss, huh? Come and have a drink with me. The donkey pointed with his tongue wide and Mo Taiheng, who was sitting next to him smoking a rough cigarette.

Mo Taiheng frowned, glanced back at them, immediately turned his head back, and said lightly: "I don't know how to drink." ”

The donkey's face became gloomy for a moment, and he sneered: "Shout, I have long heard that although Boss Mo told others not to be too arrogant, he is a master who does not enter oil and salt. It's just that Lao Tzu has a treat, and no one dares not to give face! ”

As soon as he said this, Liu Weilong, who had been eating at the table behind them, immediately walked to Mo Taiheng's side with a few bodyguards. Leng Leng sideways: "Boss Mo, please." ”

Mo Taiheng frowned again, he stood up, flicked the soil on his body, walked over, sat down between the donkey and Han Yu, and said softly: "If you want to drink with me, you can, but do you have that amount of wine?" ”

"Presumptuous......" Liu Weilong drank in a deep voice, and several little brothers named donkeys next to him stepped forward again, exuding a thick momentum on their bodies. Obviously, as long as the donkey nods, these people will immediately strike.

Mo Taiheng didn't care, his eyes were just staring at the donkey.

The donkey waved his hand a little carelessly, allowing Liu Weilong and the others to retreat. He smiled and said, "Boss Mo is very confident in his drinking!" ”

"If Boss Lu is not convinced, you can try." Mo Taiheng said very calmly.

Provocation, this is a provocation of **harmonious nakedness. A gleam flashed in the donkey's eyes, as if he didn't expect a hot pot maker to be so arrogant.

However, he didn't get angry, but leaned forward slightly, chuckled, and said, ", are you challenging Lao Tzu?" ”

"If Boss Lu is afraid, then this wine Lao Tzu doesn't need to drink." Heavy words came out of his mouth, and he was about to get up.

"Sit down! Fear? I'm afraid of you, a bird! The donkey's eyes widened, and the anger in his heart was finally ignited by this arrogant little boss.

He took a cigar in his mouth, and Liu Weilong next to him immediately lit a fire for him. He took a deep breath, spit out a smoke ring, set up enough scores, and filled the pie to call the donkey, and then said in the misty and choking thin smoke: "You say, what is the comparison?" ”

"It's very simple, drink beer, one bottle per person, whoever drinks more, who wins." Mo Taiheng said softly.

"Okay, but what if you lose?" Called the donkey to squint.

Mo Taiheng hooked the corners of his mouth, and a faint shallow mocking smile appeared from the corner of his mouth, as if he disdained the question of calling a donkey: "If I lose, this shop, and me, will all belong to you." ”

Han Yu, who had been looking at Mo Taiheng with interested eyes, stood up at this time and said busily: "Boss Mo, what are you messing around?" What kind of character is Brother Lu, who will take a fancy to your small shop? Brother Lu, don't be like him. Didn't I tell you, he's just got a bad temper. Don't pay attention to him, we've just drunk so much, and this kid is coming out now, and it's clear that it's not kind, you ......"

On the surface, this was to relieve the donkey, but in fact, it implied that he was not Mo Taiheng's opponent at all.

Is this persuasion? This is adding fuel to the fire, too bad. It seems that he is afraid that the two of us will not be able to drink, Mo Taiheng bent the corners of his eyebrows beside him, and glanced at Han Yu deeply, his eyes meaningful.

And the donkey listened to Han Yu's words, and he was really unhappy. He looked at Mo Taiheng and sneered, "Are you still afraid that I will lose to him?" Rest assured. Lao Tzu has no other skills, but his belly is longer than others. Smoking at the age of five, getting drunk at the age of seven, breaking the body of a child at the age of thirteen, drinking with me? Lao Tzu in the entire Tianshui City is not afraid of that person! ”

"Boss Lu's arrogance is admirable, but what if you lose?"

"What do you say?" Before he could make a sound when he called the donkey, Liu Weilong, who was his loyal and brave subordinate, glared first.

Calling the donkey obviously wanted to save his strength and teach the other party a hard lesson with practical actions, rather than a battle of words, so he stared at Mo Taiheng and said: "Do what you say!" ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the little brother next to him brought a few beers from the service desk next to him.

Seeing this, Han Yu had no choice but to sit back with a wry smile, calling the donkey obviously very confident in his strength. He had already drunk four bottles of beer, and he didn't ask Mo Taiheng to drink four bottles first to make up for it, and the two of them didn't even use the bowl, so they blew on the bottle.

Calling the donkey wants to subdue this Mo Taiheng, firstly, it is for Liwei, in order to let Han Yu see what waste wood can't do, he can't do it if he calls the donkey. The second is for the inexplicable impulse in his heart, maybe he has been suppressed by waste wood for a long time, where is he afraid that the other party has become a dead person at this time, he still can't help but want to touch the other party's failed person.

Therefore, until the last moment, he was unwilling to use force.

And this time, Mo Taiheng rarely wants to test the amount of alcohol with him, among all the instincts and abilities he knows, the most proud thing to call the donkey is to drink, will he be afraid?

The answer, of course, is no, so although he looks anxious on the surface, he is very proud in his heart. So much so that he forgot about the current turbulent situation for the time being, and just wanted to use his own amount of alcohol to subdue Mo Taiheng in a dignified manner, defeat the waste wood, and convince Han Yu.

It's just that if he knew that the waste wood he wanted to catch up with was dying in the hands of the smiling black-clothed man next to him, I don't know how he would feel?

"Come again!" Tell the donkey to put a wine bottle aside, burp, and take the newly opened wine bottle from the hand of the little brother next to him with some shaking, hand it to his mouth and drink it.

At this time, those little brothers had slowly changed from the initial cheers to silence. He looked at the two of them with a strange gaze.

Everyone knows that beer is easy to make noise, it is too angry. It's okay to drink one or two bottles, but the average person with seven or eight bottles will not be able to run to the toilet. As for the kind of person who can drink a dozen or twenty bottles, he will enter the ranks of the gifted.

But now under the feet of Donkey and Mo Taiheng, there are nearly fifty empty wine bottles each, what kind of concept does this have?

In the empty hall, a kind of oppressive worship accumulated. No wonder a great man once said, 360 lines, the line is the champion. Drinking too much wine is also very scary and admirable.

"Uh, no, no." The donkey opened his mouth, and as soon as he poured it in, the wine flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and he had no choice but to announce a unilateral cessation of drinking: "Count, see how much he has drunk." Let's let him stop drinking, and if he drinks again, it won't count! ”

Mo Taiheng's eyes also turned red, and the green tendons on his neck were beating and twisting one by one. Although he tried to stay awake, his vision was blurry, and his tongue was already bigger.

However, like calling a donkey, although he drank a lot, he was still thinking about winning or losing. Maybe at the beginning, they were just competing, but in the end, they were a little sympathetic.

The opponent in the wine field is also an opponent.

"If you don't count, you don't count. But I can't trust your people, let's, let the boss in black help count, count. ”

The subordinates who called the donkey all set their eyes on Han Yu, even that Liu Weilong was no exception. When he was drinking, he contacted the younger brother outside twice, and after learning that everything was normal, his curiosity obviously shifted to the result of the two of them.

"These two are really wine Chinese hands!" Han Yu glanced at the stomachs of the two gently, after drinking so much wine, he didn't even run to the toilet once, he could only have one word: cow.

Han Yu glanced at the watch in his hand seemingly unintentionally, smiled slightly, and squatted on the ground to count.

Under the watchful eye of the little brother under the donkey, Han Yu checked the wine bottles one by one, carefully and seriously.

I have to say that calling a donkey is a step in skill, no, to be precise, he came to that sentence, which played the role of a sunflower point acuman.

In Mo Taiheng's state, it was obvious that he could drink two more bottles, but he had one less bottle on the ground than the one on the donkey's side.

"The boss drank fifty-six bottles, and our boss won." Several guards called donkeys cheered.

Mo Taiheng burped and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu knows that no one is my opponent when I drink!" He told the donkey to burp and fell asleep on the table with his head tilted.

"Who said he won? He, obviously lost, it was Boss Mo who won. Han Yu suddenly picked up a wine bottle from the donkey's side and gently placed it at Mo Taiheng's feet.

Seeing this, the subordinates who called the donkey couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at him blankly, but they didn't react for a while. They each drank several bottles today.

"Black, what do you mean?" Liu Weilong frowned and shouted coldly. If Donkey really loses, he, who is the little brother, has to grab a few bottles from Mo Taiheng's side, but now, Donkey has won, he doesn't have to do this, but he doesn't want Han Yu to turn his thoughts into actions, it's no wonder that he is not popular.

But immediately, Han Yu's words extinguished all his fire.

"I mean, for a group of people who are going to die, it doesn't matter if they win or lose, it's better to give it to someone else." Han Yu said with a smile.

Liu Weilong's face changed suddenly, and he reached out to pick up a plate and was about to throw it, when a cold and shining knife slapped directly on his face. Liu Weilong snorted, opened his mouth and spit out a few teeth, and plunged into the still open soup and water in the hot pot.

The other junior brothers reacted at this time, but there were only seven or eight of them, where was Han Yu's opponent? Tiance danced, and one by one the little brothers were slashed by the back of the knife, and they fell to the ground without snorting.

At this time, more than a dozen black-clothed people broke in from Hulala outside, and when they saw Han Yu, they all bowed down and saluted: "Boss." ”

There is still ...... in the back