Chapter 198 Compete with Me?

With William interrupting him, Gold Glasses couldn't afford to continue entangled in this matter.

But he didn't intend to let Lin Lang go just like that. After he finished respecting Young Master Bai, he turned around and looked at Lin Lang again.

"Come on brother, we two and one, I respect you, sincerity enough?"

While talking, the gold-rimmed glasses toasted from a distance, picked up the wine glass and knocked it on the corner of the table, and then drank it down.

The young man sitting on the other side of Lin Lang also gave him enough winks, knowing that he was about to start drinking the other party, he immediately filled Lin Lang's wine glass to the full.

Having said this, Lin Lang was not pretentious, and drank his glass of beer.

"Come on, let me toast you too."

Seeing Lin Lang finished drinking, the young man next to him raised his glass to invite him.

Lin Lang also did not fall.

"I think you can drink quite well. Come on, let's have a drink as usual."

Soon Lin Lang also realized that something was wrong. After a while, he had already drunk three or five glasses of wine, but the others showed no intention of stopping.

This is clearly to drink his wine!

To Lin Lang's surprise, Liu Xiaochuan also had a drink with him in the middle.

After drinking the wine, Liu Xiaochuan patted Lin Lang on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, I can't help you this time, it's all the rules."

"The rule is that the new face must have everyone drink along."

This is the default rule in William's circle of friends. New faces must have a drink with each other when they arrive for the first time, and then they are considered to join their circle.

Lin Lang nodded, he is not afraid of drinking at all, but face is not something that can be sold so casually.

After drinking a few bottles, Lin Lang still didn't feel drunk at all, which made many people secretly admire him.

Seeing that he was able to drink quite well, no one could trouble him again after that.

But there is one person who is not reconciled, and he is the man with gold-rimmed glasses.

"I think you can drink quite well, how about the two of us? Let everyone see how your drinking capacity is."

The gold-rimmed glasses suddenly opened their mouths.

"You want to drink with me?" Lin Lang looked at the gold-rimmed glasses with strange eyes.

It was also the first time he had seen someone dare to take the initiative to ask him to fight for alcohol, but almost any immortal cultivator could control the situation in his body with inner vision, and alcohol could be evaporated in minutes with his cultivation.

It is impossible to get drunk no matter how much you drink.

Looking for him to fight for wine has decided the outcome from the very beginning.

"That's right! Let's drink from now on, and no one is allowed to go to the toilet, and the one who drank less in the end will call the other party Dad." The gold-rimmed glasses became more and more enthusiastic.

In this day and age, the word "father" is not a pure insult, but a kind of joke. Many friends usually like to make such jokes.

So there is nothing wrong with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Fuck him for me!"

"Drink him to death, whoever loves him first will be the son."

Everyone booed.

Liu Xiaochuan felt that something was wrong, tugged Lin Lang's sleeve under the table, and winked, which means don't let him agree.

He often gathers with these people, but knowing the drinking capacity of the gold-rimmed glasses, it is not a problem to step on a case of beer. If you add white, get a depth bomb or something, you can deal with several glasses.

To put it bluntly, this is a drunkard!

Drink with him... get the ambulance ready for gastric lavage first...

Lin Lang didn't seem to feel his kindness, but tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay."

"How much can you drink? I'll call Double to accompany you." The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at Lin Lang provocatively.

Lin Lang smiled, snapped his fingers, and greeted the waiter in the corner.

"Open ten boxes for me."

"What? I didn't hear how much he wanted."

"Ten boxes, this is too awesome, this shit is going to drink to death!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and their eyes fell on Lin Lang.

Opening ten boxes, this is not moving ten boxes, you have to drink all of them after opening...

Even the waiter was a little confused. After working in the bar for so many years, it was the first time she dared to ask for ten boxes alone when she saw someone.

Not to mention them, even the gold-rimmed glasses froze, startled by Lin Lang's tone.

But then he also figured it out, the other party was trying to scare him with suspicion, so that he could overwhelm him in terms of momentum.

"Give me twenty boxes!"

The gold-rimmed glasses waved back proudly.

Anyway, he is more confident than Lin Lang. As for how much to move, as long as Lin Lang persuades first, others will not worry about how many boxes he ordered.

The face was also slapped, and B also pretended to be round, so why not do it.

Therefore, he made such a big move when he made a move.

The waiter was stunned by the sidelines. Who are these people? Do they drink in boxes now?

But as someone who works in this line of work, she naturally wouldn't try to persuade customers to consume rationally, and went out to order drinks as soon as she turned around.

"Hey, little brother, I won't bully you this time, I'll let you have a bottle first."

While talking, the gold-rimmed glasses picked up a bottle of beer on the table, gulped it down, and drank it all in one gulp.

There was a burst of applause from around, but Lin Lang remained motionless, looking at the eyes of the gold-rimmed glasses, as if looking at the mentally retarded.

hiccupped

, looking at Lin Lang proudly with the gold-rimmed glasses, and said, "I let you have this bottle. If you can't drink me anymore, then it's not justified."

"Remember what to call if you lose, hahahaha."

After a while, several burly men sent them back and forth for two rounds before they got the drinks ready.

In the Furong Hall, 30 boxes of beer were stacked so high that the door was almost blocked. It looked like a hill from a distance. Many people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures to witness this epic moment.

The bottle opener in the waiter's hand was moving up and down, and the bottle caps were flying. Looking at the bottle caps on the ground, they probably could hold a sack.

Everyone kept their eyes on each other, a tragic wine fight was about to happen!