Chapter 2327 - 2320: Who Got Whom Drunk
You have to know, even an ordinary steel blade is almost impossible to snap bare‑handed.
Cold sweat slid down King Kong’s forehead. He looked gratefully at Wang Dadong. "Xie Xie, Brother Dong."
King Kong was still shaken. If Wang Dadong hadn’t been here, he’d probably already be a corpse. And that one word "brother" from Wang Dadong moved him beyond words.
Ah Fei left Wang Dadong’s place in defeat, his soul lost.
"Ah Fei, don’t do anything stupid, Wang Dadong didn’t bully me!" Leng Qingqian finally caught up at this moment.
Seeing the Broken Sword in Ah Fei’s hand, Leng Qingqian was shocked to the extreme. "Ah Fei, y‑you... how did your knife break?"
Ah Fei lifted his head and asked blankly, "Miss, can a person’s strength snap my knife?"
"You... you mean, your knife was broken by someone?" Leng Qingqian was even more stunned.
"It was Wang Dadong." Ah Fei said woodenly.
Leng Qingqian looked toward Wang Dadong’s dorm with relief, but inside her heart, huge waves were surging. Could he be one of those people?
Leng Qingqian’s master had once told her that in this world there’s a type of person you absolutely must not provoke. They look human, but in reality have already gone beyond the scope of being human.
In fact, Leng Qingqian’s master was also one of that type. Otherwise it would’ve been impossible for a nineteen‑year‑old youth to possess Superhuman Realm Advanced Cultivation.
It was just that even Ah Fei himself didn’t know he was actually a Superhuman Realm Warrior.
Because all his life, apart from learning kung fu, he’d only ever protected Leng Qingqian, almost never interacting with anyone else.
Leng Qingqian once again recalled what King Kong had said—that losing Wang Dadong was the same as losing a national president.
"Ah Fei, from now on you must never provoke him. He’s not someone we can afford to mess with..." Leng Qingqian’s heart gradually calmed.
She’d already made up her mind: whether her illness could be cured or not, she would no longer have any dealings with Wang Dadong.
She just didn’t know that some things were already set in stone and couldn’t be avoided.
Moonlight like water, seven‑colored neon bathing the ground in a layer of dreamlike color—at an open‑air western restaurant.
"Let me toast the beautiful Miss Leng." Tai Yi Zhongzheng raised his glass of red wine, smiling with narrowed eyes, his gaze openly sweeping over Leng Qingqian’s proud curves.
Leng Qingqian acted as if she hadn’t noticed, politely raised her wine glass, clinked with Tai Yi Zhongzheng, then drained it in one go.
After finishing the wine in her glass, Leng Qingqian picked up the bottle and poured herself a full glass.
"Headmaster Taiichi, I’ll toast you too." With that, she once again downed the wine in her glass.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Tai Yi Zhongzheng’s face, then was instantly drowned in wild joy. He’d thought it would take some effort to get Leng Qingqian drunk, but it turned out he didn’t need to ply her at all.
"Miss Leng is really bold. Let’s have another." Tai Yi Zhongzheng first filled Leng Qingqian’s glass, then raised his own again—actually still that very first glass.
Leng Qingqian again emptied hers in one gulp, and Tai Yi Zhongzheng finally finished his first glass of wine.
Tai Yi Zhongzheng kept pouring for Leng Qingqian. Every time he poured for her it was more than half a glass, while his own just barely covered the bottom. His intention couldn’t have been clearer.
"Drink!"
Leng Qingqian seemed not to notice Tai Yi Zhongzheng’s intentions, still drinking in big, bold gulps.
In the blink of an eye, a bottle of red wine was empty, of which eighty percent had been drunk by Leng Qingqian.
"Waiter, another bottle of red, make it an ’82." Tai Yi Zhongzheng was very pleased.
"Bring two more." Leng Qingqian said to the waiter.
Tai Yi Zhongzheng was a bit surprised. The alcohol content of red wine wasn’t high, but the after‑effect was strong. Leng Qingqian had drunk over half a bottle and still showed no sign of being tipsy.
But Tai Yi Zhongzheng wasn’t worried. He was, after all, the head of an institute and dealt with social functions all the time. He refused to believe he couldn’t outdrink a woman.
Besides, Leng Qingqian was drinking more than he was every round.
Soon, those two bottles of red were also empty, again with eighty percent drunk by Leng Qingqian. A faint blush began to spread across her pretty face. Under the seven‑colored neon, she looked even more stunning.
However, Leng Qingqian still showed no sign of getting drunk.
"Waiter, another two bottles!" Tai Yi Zhongzheng was now going head‑to‑head with Leng Qingqian. He refused to believe she could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
"Just bring a whole case." Leng Qingqian’s pleasant voice rang out.
"A... a case?" The waiter could hardly believe her ears. She’d seen people order two or three bottles of ’82 Lafite at once, but ordering a whole case in one go—this was a first.
You had to know, a bottle of ’82 red was forty thousand.
A normal case of red is twelve bottles—that’s four hundred and eighty thousand!
If all that wine was really sold, her commission tonight would break ten thousand.
Her monthly salary was only a few thousand. Earning over ten thousand in one night would absolutely be a huge income.
Unfortunately, ’82 red was extremely rare and had never been sold by the case.
"I’m sorry, Miss, for ’82 we only sell by the bottle."
"Then bring ten bottles."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Muscles twitched in Tai Yi Zhongzheng’s face. Looked like this meal would cost at least six or seven hundred thousand. But for the Capital Eastern Royal Hospital Director, six or seven hundred thousand was nothing at all.
If he could obtain Leng Qingqian’s virgin yuan‑Yin, his Pure Yang Qigong would definitely rise another level, and that mattered more than anything to him.
Tai Yi Zhongzheng had cultivated Pure Yang Qigong for over sixty years, and coupled with his Supreme Yang Bloodline, the yang essence in his body had reached a critical point. As the saying goes, when something reaches an extreme it turns into its opposite, flourishing then declining. If he didn’t release it, it would be nothing but harm to his Cultivation. But if he casually picked a woman to release it with, not only would the woman be unable to withstand it, his own sixty years of Cultivation would be ruined.
The only way was to couple with a girl possessing a Pure Yin Physique. After Yin and Yang harmonized, his Cultivation wouldn’t decline but would instead climb another rung.
Very soon, the waiter brought over ten bottles of ’82 red.
An hour later.
"Miss Leng, your capacity is truly... ocean‑deep..." Tai Yi Zhongzheng managed to say before collapsing face‑first onto the table.
Looking at the three bottles of red left on the table, a trace of helplessness appeared on Leng Qingqian’s face.
She’d really wanted to drink herself senseless, so she wouldn’t know anything. Unfortunately, Tai Yi Zhongzheng was far too useless—out of ten bottles he’d managed less than four before going down.
Leng Qingqian once more poured herself a full glass of red wine and drained it in one breath.
Having drunk nearly seven bottles of red, Leng Qingqian only felt a bit dizzy. To truly get drunk, even finishing the last three bottles might not do it.
Because of her Yin Body, Leng Qingqian had been icy‑cold all over since childhood, so her master had her drink alcohol to keep her body warm. After more than ten years, although she hadn’t reached the point of literally a thousand cups without getting drunk, hundreds of cups were no problem. What’s more, this was only red wine—her usual drink was the strongest Erguotou.