Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

These wounded soldiers are their last strength, and he cannot bear to see his brothers fall again.

Cao Kun continued, "Medical care and rehabilitation training require a lot of money. How are you going to pay for it?"

Batel paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "We can steal, we can rob!"

Cao Kun's face instantly turned extremely grim: "This is China, my country! If you dare to cause trouble here, don't blame me for turning against you!"

Wang Meng, standing behind him, suddenly exuded a powerful aura, his killing intent spreading as he stared intently at him.

Batel then realized that the man in front of him was not someone to be trifled with, and he immediately hesitated, somewhat at a loss.

Donya quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"He's new to China and unfamiliar with everything. Don't worry, I'll keep them in check and won't let them do anything reckless."

Batel, suppressing his anger, slammed his fist into the steel wall, leaving a deep dent.

"What about my brothers? They are the bravest warriors!"

Cao Kun calmly said, "I can provide comprehensive treatment and follow-up rehabilitation to help them recover to a state where they can fight again."

"But on the condition that the Polar Bear Squadron must obey my orders."

"Otherwise, I will have no choice but to ask you to leave China."

Batel was taken aback, his face showing a look of confusion.

He led the Polar Bear Squadron through the flames of war to this place, and he really didn't want to return to that nightmarish, hellish battlefield.

Seeing his hesitation, Donya quickly said, "Don't worry, I know Cao Kun's character; he won't harm us."

Batel was silent for a moment, then finally lowered his head: "As long as you provide treatment for my brothers, the Polar Bear Squadron is willing to obey orders."

Cao Kun said with satisfaction, "Good! I will arrange for someone to take over right now, and the wounded will receive immediate treatment."

"The rest of you who aren't injured, come with me for a drink."

"Want a drink?"

Knowing that the matter was resolved, Batel visibly relaxed.

Upon hearing the word "drinking" again, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he made a soft swallowing sound.

"drink wine?"

Cao Kun laughed and said, "That's right, let's drink! We won't leave until we're drunk tonight."

Upon hearing this, Batel revealed a hint of disdain and glanced at Cao Kun with a provocative look.

It's as if it's saying: With your small frame, you think you're worthy of drinking with me?

Cao Kun didn't take his gaze to heart at all.

There's still a wine worm lurking in my inventory.

[Alcohol Bug (Purple): Increases alcohol tolerance fivefold and grants immunity to all alcohol-related harm]

When he first got the wine bug, he actually thought it had limited uses. With his status and position, who could force him to drink?

I just think that feeding this thing is not troublesome and it's quite interesting.

But now... it comes in handy.

He came from a sales background, so being able to drink is a basic skill for him.

With the added enhancement of his physique from the Dragon Tiger Pill, he is now unmatched among ordinary people.

With the added boost of five times from the alcohol bug and immunity to alcohol damage, there really can't be anyone in the world who can drink more than him.

Upon hearing that they were going to drink, the warehouse immediately became noisy.

We're all former soldiers, so drinking contests are a basic skill for us.

Batel selected about ten soldiers with minor injuries, each of them looking fierce and menacing.

Cao Kun's side was filled by Wang Meng, Black Bear, and several tough guys from the Raptors squad who could drink a lot.

While everyone was clearing the table, Wang Meng quietly leaned close to Cao Kun's ear and whispered a reminder:

"Boss, these Ukrainians are probably trying to intimidate you by having a drinking contest."

In martial arts circles, the rules for drinking contests are very simple.

Being able to fight is a sign of strength, and being able to drink is also a sign of strength.

Martial artists can drink more alcohol than ordinary people by controlling their bodies.

You can judge a person's approximate fighting ability by their alcohol tolerance.

"Bateer might be trying to prove he's stronger by drinking us under the table."

Wang Meng lowered his voice and said, "You should drink less. Black Bear and I will take over for you later."

Cao Kun chuckled: "You and Black Bear can hold them off? There are more than ten people on the other side."

Wang Meng proudly patted the black bear on the shoulder: "With the black bear's physique, three and a half jin of 52-proof liquor is no problem."

Cao Kun nodded.

Three and a half jin of 52-proof liquor, that's an insane amount.

For an average person, drinking a pound of this is already something to be proud of.

If a salesperson can drink 1.5 jin (750ml) of liquor, they can walk sideways.

Cao Kun once swept through the entire Wanhe Trading Company by relying on his ability to drink 1.8 jin of liquor.

He asked curiously, "So how much can you drink?"

Wang Meng held up five fingers and said proudly, "Fifty-two degrees, five jin."

Cao Kun was filled with awe.

Let alone five jin of liquor, even five jin of water would make a person feel unwell, yet this guy can drink five jin of liquor.

"Awesome, really awesome," Cao Kun exclaimed.

Wang Meng couldn't help but ask, "Boss, how much can you drink?"

Cao Kun did a quick mental calculation and figured that with his current physical condition, drinking four or five jin of liquor wouldn't be a problem.

With the addition of five times the amount from the alcohol bug, it becomes twenty-five jin (approximately 11.5 kg), and there is absolutely no chance of getting drunk or suffering from alcohol poisoning.

He smiled slightly and held up his hand to make the number "1".

Wang Meng nodded: "A pound is considered a very heavy drinker."

Cao Kun shook his head: "No, it's just drinking all the time!"

Wang Meng's lips twitched, clearly not believing what Cao Kun said, but what could he do when he was the boss?

……

The group made some simple preparations in the warehouse.

Cao Kun sent people to quickly buy wine and food, and the tables, chairs and benches were also arranged neatly.

Cases of Moutai and Wuliangye were pried open, revealing large half-pound glass cups piled high.

The group made some preparations in the titanium alloy warehouse.

Several exquisite cold dishes were served first on the table, their colors enticing.

Immediately afterwards, the wine was placed on the table.

With a malicious smile on his face, Batel said:

"Have some cold dishes to tide you over first, otherwise you won't have a chance to eat the later dishes once the wine is served."

Donya quickly stopped her: "Bartel, don't talk nonsense."

She was a little annoyed. She didn't know what was wrong with Batel today; he always spoke with veiled barbs.

From now on, everyone will be living on Cao Kun's turf, so we can't afford to strain relations from the start.

Cao Kun waved his hand and replied with a smile, "It's alright, let Brother Batel see just how much we Chinese can drink."

"Come on, everyone, let's start with one!"

After saying that, he picked up a half-pound wine glass, looked up and downed it in one gulp.

Wang Meng frowned on the spot.

The boss's alcohol tolerance is probably only a little over a pound, but he's already downed half a pound right off the bat. How are we supposed to play the rest of the game?

But since the boss had already drunk it, it was impossible not to give him face.

So everyone on the Chinese side picked up their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

"Good wine!" Wang Meng exclaimed, wiping his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Batel's eyes lit up.

He said to the members of the Polar Bear Squadron, "Come on, let's not lose to our Chinese brothers! Drink!"

After saying that, he grabbed two half-pound wine glasses and brought them to his lips.