Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 41: Taking Down Li Tian 1

Looking at the amber liquid in front of him, Song Zhaowen's smile remained unchanged as he raised his glass: "Uncle Guang, Brother Tianyi, please."

"Dry!"

The three of them tilted their heads back at the same time and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy liquid rolled down their throats, bringing a burning sensation.

Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi were both seasoned drinkers, and their expressions remained unchanged. They stared at Song Zhaowen, trying to detect any discomfort on his face.

However, Song Zhaowen put down his wine glass, his expression unchanged, and even smacked his lips: "Good wine, thank you Uncle Guang, otherwise I would never have been willing to drink a bottle of wine that costs several thousand dollars."

Big Guang's heart skipped a beat; this kid had some skills. But he wasn't flustered; it was only one cup.

"Come on, let's continue. We won't leave until we're drunk tonight." Big Guang poured another drink.

What followed was a pure contest of alcohol.

One cup after another, one bottle after another. At first, Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi had the intention of testing Song Zhaowen and slowly getting him drunk, but they soon realized something was wrong.

Song Zhaowen drinks like he drinks water. No matter how fast or how much he drinks, his complexion remains normal, his eyes are clear, and he speaks logically. He even rarely goes to the toilet.

On the contrary, Da Zhiguang, after drinking four bottles of wine, was already flushed and his neck was thick, and his speech was a little slurred. Li Tianyi was slightly better, but his eyes were also a little unfocused, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Come on... again~" Big Zhi opened another bottle, his hand trembling slightly.

Li Tianyi also held on; he couldn't lose, especially not in front of Song Zhaowen.

Song Zhaowen accepted all drinks without hesitation, emptying every glass. His mutated liver functioned like a highly efficient metabolism machine, rapidly converting alcohol into water and carbon dioxide as soon as it entered his bloodstream, barely giving him time to feel drunk. This sensation was peculiar; he could clearly perceive the process of alcohol being "digested" in his body, yet remained unaffected by it.

The sixth bottle, the seventh bottle... Big Guang finally couldn't hold on any longer. He suddenly stood up, wanting to say something, but then "whoosh," he vomited, and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Li Tianyi was still putting on a brave face, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Song Zhaowen: "You...you fucking cheated, didn't you?"

Song Zhaowen picked up the bottle, poured himself a glass, and slowly drank it: "Brother Tianyi, the liquor was stored by Uncle Guang, and we all share the glass. How could I cheat? It seems the title of 'King of Kwun Tong Whisky' is a bit of a stretch. Want some more?"

Looking at the few bottles of wine left on the table, and then at the composed Song Zhaowen, Li Tianyi felt a chill run down his spine. This guy wasn't human; he was a wine barrel possessed!

If I keep drinking, I'll be the one who collapses. How can I ever show my face in Kwun Tong again if I get drunk by some young upstart in front of all these underlings?

"Fine...fine, you win." Li Tian gritted his teeth, smashed his wine glass on the ground, stood up, and walked unsteadily outside: "Let's go!"

His underlings rushed forward to help him up, and he slunk away after them.

In the private room, only Song Zhaowen, Xiao Zhuoxiao, and the big-headed Guang, who was lying on the floor snoring loudly, and his few underlings looked at each other, at a loss.

Song Zhaowen stood up, stretched his limbs, and apart from a slightly bloated stomach, he was not drunk at all. He said to Da Zhiguang's henchman, "Take good care of Uncle Guang. Tonight's dinner is on me." After saying that, he took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table.

Then, he looked at Xiao Zhuoxiao and smiled: "Let's go, Xiao, you can get a good night's sleep when we get back."

Xiao Zhuoxiao was completely dumbfounded the whole time. Only now did he come to his senses, and his eyes were filled with awe and... disbelief as he looked at Song Zhaowen. Brother Wen's alcohol tolerance is simply divine!

The two walked out of Shiweixian, and a night breeze blew, making them feel exceptionally refreshed.

"Brother Wen, to be honest, how much can you actually drink?" Xiao Zhuoxiao couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhaowen patted his stomach and joked, "I guess... I can drink until their distillery stops production."

Xiao Zhuoxiao chuckled and didn't take it seriously, but with Awen around, it seemed like any trouble could be solved.

"Let me go, Ding Yixie! I'm warning you, let me go right now!"

Just as the two were about to get into the car, a commotion broke out.

The two turned to look.

It was a greasy, oily man who seemed to be harassing a docile girl.

Xiao Zhuoxiao snorted coldly: "Young men these days have no class when it comes to picking up girls. They even force themselves on girls who aren't interested."

Song Zhaowen frowned. This girl was an acquaintance; she was Fang Min, the youngest of the three daughters of his neighbor, the Fang family.

He wouldn't meddle in other women's business; at most, he'd call the police.

But... it's different when acquaintances run into trouble.

Fang Min is the youngest of the three Fang sisters and is still in middle school. She is usually quiet, gentle, and pure, and looks like a good student.

She was surrounded by several shady-looking men, the one in the lead wearing a floral shirt and with slicked-back hair reaching out to grab her arm. Fang Min struggled desperately, her face filled with terror.

"Ding Yixie, let go!" Fang Min's voice was trembling with tears. "If you keep doing this, I'm calling the police!"

"Go ahead and yell, yell all you want!" The man named Ding Yixie laughed arrogantly. "This whole street belongs to my men. You can yell your lungs out and nobody will care!"

His henchmen behind him also joined in the commotion, letting out lewd laughter.

"Ah Xiao, you wait here, I'm going to stretch my legs and sober up." Song Zhaowen said, taking out brass knuckles from his pocket and putting them on.

"Ah Wen, this isn't our territory. If someone gets killed, it'll be hard to clean up the mess." Xiao Zhuoxiao wasn't worried about these street thugs at all; instead, he was worried about what would happen to them.

"I know what I'm doing."

"Stop pretending!" Ding Yixie grabbed Fang Min's arm and pulled her into his arms, grinning lewdly. "Little Min, we're all family friends. Come for a drive with Brother Xie. I guarantee it'll be much more fun than going home."

Three henchmen behind him laughed and formed a semi-circle, blocking his way.

"I'm not going... Let go of me!" Fang Min pushed him away forcefully, tears streaming down her face.

"Go home? I'll take care of you tonight~" Ding Yixie hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt his wrist tighten.

A hand rested on his wrist, its knuckles distinct, yet its strength was astonishing.

"Ouch, damn it!" Ding Yixie winced in pain, released his grip, and turned to curse, "Who the hell dares to interfere in my business?!"

Song Zhaowen had already appeared beside him at some point, his face expressionless, and he gently shielded Fang Min from behind.

"Brother Wen...save me, he's a bad guy." Fang Min recognized the person and hid behind him, her voice trembling.

Ding Yixie shook his aching wrist, squinted at Song Zhaowen, and was filled with jealousy for his face that was many times more handsome than his own, especially since his prey, Fang Min, seemed to admire him a lot!

"Get lost~"

Song Zhaowen coldly uttered a single word.