Chapter 295: Not a single one can fight
Feng Ling easily drained a bottle of whiskey, her face was only slightly ruddy, and her eyes were still bright.
"Wow!"
"Awesome!"
Feng Ling motioned for the waiter to open another bottle for her.
Anthony on the side drank a bottle with difficulty, his head was already a little dizzy, and he covered his mouth with his right hand, as if he was afraid of throwing it out.
Feng Ling asked the waiter to open a bottle for Anthony as well.
Feng Ling took the wine, touched the wine bottle placed in front of Anthony, and said, "Mr. Anthony, come on, keep drinking!" ”
Anthony had already retreated in his eyes, but when he saw the million check on the table, he still forced himself to pick up the bottle and began to drink.
Feng Ling also took a big gulp, but no matter how much she drank, Feng Ling's face remained the same.
The onlookers also saw that Feng Ling was not a fool, she was a real person.
However, even if Feng Ling is really not drunk with a thousand cups, what then?
With so many people here, Feng Ling has no chance of winning at all.
Even the 'Jack the Ripper' that Feng Ling was concerned about came over and looked at the two of them with interest.
"Poof!"
Suddenly, Anthony couldn't help himself, squirted the wine out of his mouth, and then fell on the table and coughed violently.
Feng Ling still didn't stop until she drank all the wine in the bottle.
"Awesome!"
"God, I can't believe my eyes, they're amazing!"
"Whew!!"
Feng Ling looked at Anthony, who was spreading intoxicated, "Mr. Anthony, go on!" ”
"No," Anthony looked at Feng Ling's eyes, revealing a hint of fear, "I can't drink anymore, I'm going to die, I'll give up!" ”
Although money is important, life is undoubtedly more important!
Feng Ling sneered: "Mr. Anthony, I'm afraid I forgot one thing!" ”
Anthony looked at Feng Ling in a daze, "What... What's up? ”
A hint of coldness gradually appeared in Feng Ling's eyes, "I said before that Mr. Anthony must drink more than me, if he can't drink, I will pour it hard!" ”
As soon as Feng Ling's words fell, the people around her suddenly coaxed loudly;
"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”
"No," Anthony hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't, I can't!" ”
Feng Ling stood up expressionlessly, walked to Anthony's side, picked up the wine bottle that Anthony put on the table, there was only half a bottle of wine left in it, Feng Ling grabbed Anthony's hair with her left hand,
Pulling down hard, Anthony instinctively raised his head because of the pain, and Feng Ling took the opportunity to pour the remaining half bottle of wine directly into Anthony's mouth.
"Goo-goo..."
"Woo..."
Anthony only felt as if his heart was burning, the wine was too strong, as strong as a fire, and Anthony's internal organs were uncomfortable.
Anthony struggled painfully, but no matter how much strength he used, he could never break free of Feng Ling's hand until Feng Ling put his arms around Anthony's neck and forced Anthony to drink the entire bottle of wine.
When Feng Ling finally let go of Anthony, Anthony was already lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to move.
Before passing out, Anthony felt that this oriental woman in front of him was too terrifying!
Was it because he was too smooth sailing before, so God sent such a devil to torment him?
He was really wrong, not all Oriental women are easy to deceive and bully!
Especially H people!
Feng Ling stood up and kicked Anthony on the ground with an indifferent look, but Anthony didn't react.
Two waiters approached and carried Anthony away from the ground.
Feng Ling sat back on the sofa and picked up another bottle of wine, "Okay, who will be the second one?" ”
A big black man shouted, "I'm coming!" ”
This man is nearly two meters tall, muscular on his body, standing in front of Feng Ling, it is like a small mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Feng Ling didn't have any fear on her face, "What about the money?" ”
The man laughed and put $20,000 on the table.
A waiter stepped forward and opened all the dozen bottles of whiskey on the table.
Feng Ling picked up a bottle, and the black strong man also picked up a bottle, then touched it and began to drink.
The people around them let out a wolf-like howl with excitement!
"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”
The black strong man drank very quickly, and he had to drink a bottle before Feng Ling, and the black strong man immediately laughed proudly, and showed a provocative smile at Feng Ling;
The people around immediately applauded excitedly;
"Smack! Syllable! ”
"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”
Feng Ling also quickly finished drinking a bottle.
The black man was the first to pick up the second bottle of whiskey, then raised his head and drank it.
Feng Ling also picked up a bottle and drank it.
However, this time, the black man obviously did not take it calmly for the first time, and glanced at Feng Ling from time to time from the corner of his eye, as if he was guessing: What is the upper limit of Feng Ling?
Why don't you fall yet???
Feng Ling was still unhurried and drank up a bottle of wine!
The second bottle was drunk by Feng Ling first!
However, the black man was not slow to drink, and soon he drank it all.
However, Feng Ling's face was still as usual, and the black man was a little shaky, it was obvious that he had drunk too much!
However, after seeing the money on the table, the black man still picked up the third bottle without hesitation and began to drink it with a painful face.
Feng Ling also picked up a bottle of wine and raised her head to drink.
The people around looked at Feng Ling dumbfounded, this is the fifth bottle, right?
Could it be that this oriental woman is really not drunk with a thousand cups?
The third bottle of wine, the black man was only halfway drunk, and then he fell to the ground and got drunk.
Feng Ling put down the wine bottle and looked at the crowd, "Who else?" ”
At this time, many people are holding their mobile phones to shoot videos of Feng Ling, especially Bill, a rich second generation, who has been holding his mobile phone to broadcast live.
At this point, everyone who watched the game blew up!
"Oh God!"
"That's amazing!"
"After drinking so much, her face is not red and she is not panting, I really doubt that she is human?"
"I'll bet on a grilled sausage, and she won't last three minutes!"
"I'm betting on a piece of bread, and she won't last five minutes!"
"Oh, I wonder if God gave her four stomachs?"
……
Everyone looked at each other, and then a slightly obese middle-aged man walked out.
The man was wearing a suit, loosened his tie with his right hand, and then said to Feng Ling, "I didn't take that much cash, what should I do?" ”
Without waiting for Feng Ling to speak, the nightclub manager came over and said to the man with a smile: "Sir, if you need it, our nightclub can provide cash, you just need to transfer the money to our account!" ”
The middle-aged man nodded, agreed, first used his mobile phone to transfer the money, transferred the money to the nightclub account, and then the nightclub manager asked people to take 40,000 US dollars and put it on the table.
At this time, the cash on the table has accumulated to 70,000!
The middle-aged man picked up a bottle of wine, touched it with Feng Ling, and then raised his head to drink.
Feng Ling's expression was relaxed, and she also drank along.
At this time, the atmosphere of the nightclub was boiling mixed with tension, and everyone was speculating, when would that oriental woman be able to pour?
An hour later;
After the seventh challenger fell to the ground drunk, the eyes of everyone looking at Feng Ling had changed from looking at a neurotic to looking at a god-like admiration!
Moreover, the most important thing is that Feng Ling has never been to the bathroom from beginning to end, but Feng Ling has drunk so much wine, and her lower abdomen is still flat.
It's incredible!
Feng Ling slowly stood up, her eyes sharp, scanning the audience, her tone was light but mixed with domineering and majesty, "Who else?" ”
For a time, no one dared to fight!
Feng Ling snorted lightly, there is really no one who can fight!