Under everyone's gaze, He Ming had a brief one-minute, during which he downed a bottle of wine in one go.
He had clearly underestimated the alcohol content and intensity of these aged white wines.
You get what you pay for.
After one bottle, his stomach was scorching hot, and his face turned incredibly red.
Yet, unwilling to show weakness, he could only feign nonchalance, holding up the wine bottle high.
He said with smug satisfaction,
"This is nothing, just a trifle."
"Young man, it's your turn,"
The surrounding people looked at He Ming with astonishment.
To guzzle a bottle of strong white wine and still appear so at ease was indeed remarkable.
Yet Su Fan, as a doctor with divine insight, had already spotted He Ming's flaw.
Tough on the outside but hollow on the inside.
Su Fan didn't speak; he just smiled faintly and picked up a bottle of wine himself, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he began to drink.
A moment later, Su Fan inverted the bottle, clean and empty.
Cleary, He Ming's face was somewhat red while Su Fan remained as usual, showing no signs of having drunk any alcohol.
Protected by the True Qi, such white wine was not much different from plain water for him, of course, something that others could not know.
"It appears Mr. Su does not lag behind He Ming in terms of drinking capacity,"
"Looks like He Ming has met his match today,"
Some of the other men, who were displeased with Su Fan and had wanted to make him look bad, were secretly relieved that they hadn't been the ones to step up.
At this point, He Ming was also having doubts in his mind.
He looked deeply at Su Fan.
Thinking, damn, this kid has hidden his capabilities well; I might have been outplayed.
"President He, what are you spacing out for? Keep drinking or are you admitting defeat?"
Su Fan looked at He Ming with a mocking gaze.
Already tipsy from one bottle, He Ming was instantly infuriated.
"I have never lost a drinking game, I'll let you see today who truly is the god of wine,"
He Ming immediately rolled up his sleeves and grabbed another bottle of white wine to chug down.
They continued to drink turn by turn.
In the blink of an eye, Su Fan and He Ming had both consumed four bottles of wine.
One bottle being eight 'liang' each had drunk three kilograms of white wine.
"Wow, let alone three kilograms of white wine, even if it were just three kilograms of plain water chugged all at once, one would feel uncomfortable for quite a while,"
"Su Fan, how are you feeling, still, still alright?"
Su Ya clutched Su Fan's arm nervously.
Su Fan turned around and smiled faintly.
"Do I look like something's wrong with me?"
Not just Su Ya, but all the parents in the venue and some curious onlookers who had heard the news and come to watch were scrutinizing Su Fan closely.
His complexion was normal; he stood straight, not swaying even slightly, like a sturdy pine tree.
This did not resemble someone who had drunk too much; rather, it gave the impression he had not touched a drop of alcohol.
"Such incredible capacity for alcohol, he's truly a marvel,"
"Right, to drink over three kilograms of high-alcohol content liquor in one breath without blushing or batting an eyelash, is simply miraculous,"
"This kid has been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along, and He Ming has been really unlucky,"
At that moment, his face red and his ears crimson, he staggered around like a mudpile, half-sitting on the ground, leaning on a chair, otherwise he would have already laid down.
"President He, are you still alright?"
"Otherwise, why don't you publicly admit you're not a man, crawl out of here, and by the way, pay the bill for the wine at the front desk, and I'll pretend nothing happened,"
"If you keep drinking, I'm genuinely afraid you might drink yourself to death here,"
Su Fan looked down upon He Ming from above,
His regard like that for a clown, making He Ming's already rosy face flush even redder.