Urban Invincible Medical Divine

Cui Qiang had not paid attention to Liu Wentian's words and continued on his own, "I'm Cui Qiang, who oversees this place for 'New Capital Beauty' tonight. Everyone calls me Brother Cui! Are you sure you won't show some respect?"

After speaking, Cui Qiang watched Liu Wentian with a smirking smile, waiting for a look of horror and fear to appear on his face.

A few of his underlings also sneered. As far as they were concerned, within the next second, Liu Wentian would obediently hand over his woman and then meekly kneel and admit his fault. They had done this sort of thing more than once, and the script had always been the same.

No one dared to mess with the people from "New Capital Beauty." No one ever had, unless they wished to die!

And since everyone fears death, this lad would surely beg for mercy!

However, they were disappointed, as Liu Wentian remained indifferent and laughed, "Brother Cui, I don't recognize you. There are thousands in Huaxia who are called Brother Cui—what makes you so special? Why should I recognize you, and why should I show you any respect? Actually, you remind me of Baldy Cui and Big Pig from that cartoon. Baldy Cui was the clown, right? So, you're here to be the clown too, aren't you? I must admit, you really make me laugh!"

Fan Xiaoyu was tense at first, but when she heard Liu Wentian's words, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. At such a moment, he was still mocking the guy for being a clown!

Cui Qiang's smile froze, then his face darkened as if it would start dripping with water, "Lad, are you truly not going to show respect? You dare to offend us from 'New Capital Beauty'?"

"Yes, I'm not showing you any respect. Who do you think you are that I should respect you?" Liu Wentian said coolly, with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Not giving face to your mama, not giving face to Brother Cui, then you can go to hell."

An underling suddenly flared up, grabbed a wine bottle, and smashed it toward the back of Liu Wenmei's head.

"Ah, Liu Wentian, watch out!"

Instantly, Fan Xiaoyu turned pale with fright and screamed, meanwhile regretting why she had insisted on bringing Liu Wentian to the bar tonight. If they hadn't come to the bar, none of this would have happened!

Cui Qiang was calm and cold-eyed, as if everything was proceeding according to plan, just waiting for the moment Liu Wentian fell into a pool of blood, then he would take the uniformed beauty for some fun.

Bang!!

"Ah!!"

The next instant, a bang resounded, followed by a scream.

Cui Qiang's smile grew even brighter, but suddenly he sensed something was amiss—why did this scream sound so familiar?

Cui Qiang turned his head to look, his eye twitching a few times. The underling who had attempted to ambush Liu Wentian was now covered in blood, screaming, with bits of glass in his hair, while the broken wine bottle lay at his feet.

"What's going on?" Cui Qiang exclaimed, "Damn it, how could you hit your own head with the wine bottle?"

Liu Wentian also smiled at the screaming underling, "Really, what's wrong with you? Why do you fancy smashing a bottle on yourself? Are you trying to show us the Iron Head Technique?"

"Damn it, you little bastard, did you do this?" Cui Qiang roared at Liu Wentian.

By now, everyone in the bar had noticed the commotion, especially with Cui Qiang here. The DJ immediately stopped the music, and people stopped dancing, all curious to see what was happening here.

It was suddenly everyone's focus.

Seeing the conflict between Liu Wentian and Cui Qiang, everyone felt a bit sorry for him.

In their eyes, Cui Qiang was always a hot-tempered character. Offending him meant this lad might not die, but he'd surely be skinned. Before this, there had been a rich second-generation guy who had a quarrel with Cui Qiang over a woman in the bar; the next day, his body was found in the suburbs.

Faced with Cui Qiang's interrogation, Liu Wentian grinned, "What evidence do you have that I did anything? Maybe your underling is just sick in the head. After all, whatever the boss is like, so are his underlings."

"Hey brat, I didn't see that coming, you do have some guts, Wentian. I think I underestimated you!" Cui Qiang said coldly.

Liu Wentian replied, "Cut the crap. If we're going to fight, let's get on with it."

Truthfully, Cui Qiang didn't want to start a fight directly. Xindu Mei had its rules and stepping in for someone was already bending them. If it escalated to a conflict with the customers, it would be tough to explain to his boss afterward.

Cui Qiang furrowed his brows, hesitating whether to take action by cutting down this brat. Although it would be problematic later, it wasn't something he couldn't handle; getting scolded by his boss was inevitable.

At that moment, a tall and skinny underling stepped forward and said to Liu Wentian, "Hey brat, quite bold of you, huh? We won't bully you. With so many of us, you'd definitely be at a disadvantage in a fight. How about this, we compete in drinking instead. If I drink you under the table, you'll have to hand over the girl and kneel to beg Xu Yi for mercy! Do you dare?"

Upon hearing his underling's words, joy rose in Cui Qiang's heart. How could he have forgotten about this underling? Having him around was exactly for moments like this—to get others completely drunk.

The bystanders, upon seeing the tall and skinny underling, exclaimed in shock.

"Holy shit, the 'Drinking God' is stepping in; that kid is screwed."

"Who's the 'Drinking God'? Is he really that good at drinking?"

"Come on, the guy who can down over three kilograms of purple wine without batting an eye—do you think he's not badass? Would they call him the 'Drinking God' otherwise?"

"Really? That guy looks so thin; he doesn't look like he can drink that much?"

"You know nothing, that's what they call 'a master never reveals his full potential.' If this brat agrees, he's surely doomed. It's just a pity that the beauty is going to get wrecked."

"If the brat agrees, he's done for. Once he's drunk to the floor, even if he's supposed to kneel, it won't be possible anymore, and then Cui Qiang and the others will really have a go at him!"

"..."

The crowd debated fiercely, many clearly held the underling in high regard. In their eyes, the current issue was whether Liu Wentian would fall into the trap Cui Qiang and the 'Drinking God' had set.

If he jumped in, that would be a dead end for him!

Liu Wentian's ears were exceptionally sharp; he heard every word the Human Sect said without missing a beat. With a playful smile, he turned to the 'Drinking God' and asked, "So you can drink a lot?"

"What's up, scared? If you're scared, just scram and leave the girl behind," the Drinking God taunted.

"Liu Wentian, don't agree to their terms. They're trying to get you drunk. Don't fall for their provocation!" Fan Xiaoyu said anxiously. Right now, Liu Wentian was her only support. If he really got drunk, she would be finished.

"Don't worry, it's fine," Liu Wentian reassured Fan Xiaoyu with a nonchalant smile, then looked at the Drinking God, "What do I get if I win?"

Seeing Liu Wentian take the bait, the Drinking God internally cursed him for being a fool, then said with a smile, "If you win, we'll agree to whatever you ask."

Liu Wentian said, "Fine, if I win, I want all of you, including them," he pointed to Xu Yi and Li Ruan's group, "to kneel and call me 'grandpa.'"

Whoa!!

The bar erupted in an uproar, the Human Sect thought they had heard wrong. This kid was actually demanding Xindu Mei's men to kneel before him and even call him 'grandpa.' Even if it was improbable that he would win, merely uttering these words was a slap in the face to Xindu Mei!

Bold! Utterly reckless!