Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

As Qian Bancheng and his group of business tycoons left, the atmosphere in the banquet hall did not cool down. On the contrary, due to the fermentation of alcohol, it became more restless and frenzied.

Especially in that corner of the lounge area covered with a velvet tablecloth.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol, reminiscent of gunpowder.

"Come on, Brother Liu! That dance was amazing! We were all completely blown away!"

A fat man in a floral shirt, his face greasy, stood in front of Liu Ming with a forced smile, holding two full decanters. Behind him stood five or six young men of similar age, each with an unfriendly look and carrying a bottle of liquor.

These people are the infamous "second-generation gang" in Ningzhou. They usually hang out with Ouyang Feng and, relying on their family background, are used to running rampant in Ningzhou.

Young Master Ouyang suffered a setback tonight, so these lackeys are naturally going to get their revenge.

Fighting? That's something only lower-class people do.

In this circle, there's a more "respectable" way to prank someone: "drink them to death."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Sun Hao. My family is in the building materials business." The fat man slammed a liquor dispenser down heavily on the coffee table in front of Liu Ming. The liquid inside sloshed and emitted a pungent, mixed smell.

"In Ningzhou, it's customary to have a hearty drink when new friends meet. This 'Deep Water Bomb' is the signature drink at Yundinghui, a mix of baijiu and spirits, plus a dash of Red Bull to perk you up. Brother Liu, how about you do me the honor?"

Nangong Yao's expression changed instantly.

Drinking like that would knock out even a cow, let alone a person! And this is clearly a relentless drinking game; these people are trying to get Liu Ming drunk to death!

"Sun Hao, what are you trying to do?" Nangong Yao stepped forward, her phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Liu Ming is someone I brought with me. If he's drunk..."

"Oh dear, is Miss Nangong feeling sorry for you?"

Sun Hao laughed in a sarcastic tone, and several second-generation rich kids around him joined in the commotion.

"We just hit it off with Brother Liu, what's wrong with having a couple of drinks? Men can't drink, right? Unless... Brother Liu thinks we're not good enough to drink with him?"

This is a classic example of moral blackmail combined with provocation.

If you don't drink, you're looking down on us and disrespecting the Ningzhou clique. If you do drink, then you're playing right into our hands.

Nangong Yao wanted to say something, but was gently stopped by a warm, large hand.

Looking at the murky liquid in front of him, and then at the group of ill-intentioned second-generation rich kids, Liu Ming's playful smile gradually widened.

Trying to get me drunk?

While he and his comrades were drinking industrial alcohol diluted with water on the border, these young masters were probably still drinking milk.

"Since Young Master Sun is so enthusiastic, I have to give him face."

Liu Ming reached out and steadily picked up the wine dispenser.

"However, drinking one cup at a time is too slow and not enjoyable."

He pointed to the row of unopened foreign and Chinese liquors on the table, speaking in a calm tone as if he were ordering food.

"Since we're new friends, let's not hold back. Let's get straight to the point, one bottle each, or... I'll take on all of you by myself."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Sun Hao was stunned, as were the other second-generation rich kids behind him.

Is this kid crazy?

One bottle of mixed liquor per person? And he's going to take on a whole group by himself?

This isn't about alcohol tolerance anymore; this is courting death!

"Fine! You've got guts!" Sun Hao felt deeply insulted. His fat face twitched, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Waiter! Bring the drinks! Bring all those bottles of strong liquor we had in stock!"

Soon, the table was filled with all sorts of high-proof liquor.

Vodka, Moutai, whiskey...

A battle without gunpowder, yet more dangerous than the clash of swords, has officially begun.

"I'll go first!"

As the leader, Sun Hao had to make a strong impression. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and without even using a glass, he chugged it straight from the bottle. The pungent liquid rushed down his throat, making his eyes water, but he still forced himself to finish half of it. Then he slammed the bottle on the table and looked at Liu Ming defiantly.

"Brother Liu, it's your turn!"

Liu Ming smiled.

He picked up a bottle of 53-degree Feitian Moutai as easily as he would a bottle of mineral water.

Tilt your head back and open your mouth.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

The transparent liquid, under the influence of gravity, formed a tiny vortex and rapidly flowed into his mouth.

There was no pause, no breathing, and even the movement of his Adam's apple seemed so rhythmic.

Ten seconds.

Just ten seconds.

A whole bottle of high-proof liquor, weighing a pound, is empty just like that.

Liu Ming turned the empty bottle upside down, and not a single drop of wine spilled out.

"Good wine."

He wiped his mouth, his face was normal, his eyes were frighteningly clear, and even his breathing was not disturbed at all.

"Next."

Dead silence.

The second-generation rich kids who were just shouting were now like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to make a sound.

Sun Hao looked at the empty bottle and felt a wave of nausea wash over him; he almost spat out the wine he had just drunk.

Is this guy even human?

Down a pound of baijiu in one gulp? Without even a burp?

"What? Giving up already?" Liu Ming picked up the second bottle of wine, weighed it in her hand, and glanced at everyone with disdain. "Wasn't it quite lively just now? Keep going."

"I don't believe it! He's definitely faking it! He's just putting on a brave face!"

A tall, thin, spoiled rich kid, refusing to believe it, jumped out and declared, "I'll drink with you!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The tall, thin man was already hunched over under the table, clutching the trash can and vomiting violently, almost bringing up bile.

Twenty minutes later.

The third challenger slid under the sofa, talking nonsense and grabbing at the air.

Half an hour later.

The seven or eight second-generation elites who were so aggressive just moments ago have now been completely wiped out.

The entire rest area was a mess.

Vomit, overturned bottles, and human bodies lying haphazardly on the ground.

The scene was even more devastating than a battlefield right after a war.

Sun Hao was the only one still sitting on the sofa, albeit with difficulty. But his eyes were unfocused, his face was ashen, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at the man sitting opposite him, still sitting there, elegantly swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, and the fear in his heart had overwhelmed the numbing effect of the alcohol.

Liu Ming.

This man has drunk at least five kilograms of mixed spirits so far.

But he...

Aside from her face turning slightly red, her eyes were even brighter than when she first arrived!

Is he the devil?

"Young Master Sun, would you like some more?"

Liu Ming took a sip of red wine, her voice gentle and warm, but to Sun Hao it sounded like a death knell.

"No... I won't drink anymore... Ugh..."

Just as Sun Hao was about to speak, a spasm in his stomach overwhelmed him, and he finally collapsed onto the coffee table, joining the ranks of the "Splatoons".

At this point, the entire group was wiped out.

Liu Ming put down his wine glass, stood up, and straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of his suit jacket.

He looked around and saw that the guests who had been watching the spectacle from a distance were now all silent, their eyes filled with deep fear and awe as they looked at him.

In Ningzhou's social circle, there are many capable fighters, and even more wealthy people.

But to be able to drink seven or eight seasoned playboys under the table like it's water, and still stand up as if nothing happened...

This is absolutely one of a kind!

"It's boring."

Liu Ming uttered three words calmly, then turned around, took the hand of Nangong Yao who was already dumbfounded, and walked out of the mess with composure.

His back was straight, his steps were steady, and even the sound of his footsteps on the carpet exuded a calm and domineering aura.

That night, the circle of wealthy second-generation individuals in Ningzhou was in complete uproar.

The legend of "Liu Ming" spread faster than a virus to every club, every bar, and every family dinner table.

Some say he was born a god of wine descended to earth.

Some say he is a peerless master who has practiced internal energy cultivation.

Some people even say that he has no pain receptors at all.

But everyone remembered one fact:

In Ningzhou from now on, don't mess with anyone, especially not that deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee named Liu Ming.

That's real...

**The most ruthless person in Ningzhou.**