The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 485: Revelry, Pour the Wine (Second Update)

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Revelry, Pour the Wine (Second Update)

"Bro, hold onto Zhang Fan, quick, quick, quick!"

A group of people immediately became excited.

Damn dark history! Everyone wants to hear that!

Especially the bunch of girls in the live room, their ears perked up.

"Spill it now!"

"Hey, are you guys looking to challenge me one-on-one?" Zhang Fan said, pursing his lips.

However, the group completely ignored Zhang Fan and surrounded Gao Qi so tightly no water could escape.

Gao Qi smiled wickedly and slowly said, "Secret!"

The crowd that had been so eager immediately rolled their eyes.

"Damn, guys, let’s get him, kill him!"

The group went straight for Gao Qi, lifting arms and legs, and threw Gao Qi up into the sky.

"Holy shit, don’t throw me to the ground, man!" Gao Qi also started yelling in panic.

"Speak or we’ll smash you!"

The crowd threatened.

"OK, OK, I’ll talk, just put me down," Gao Qi surrendered straight away.

However, as soon as Gao Qi hit the ground, he took off running.

The group was so pissed they howled in frustration.

"Kid, don’t run!"

The crowd chased after him.

Five minutes later, Gao Qi was once again hurled into the sky.

"Here we go, little bros, the dish is served!"

Feng Zheng shouted as he came over with a big plate of food.

"Zhang Fan, come on, let’s have a drinking contest!" A guy with a sneaky grin on his face approached Zhang Fan and said.

Zhang Fan noticed something off and immediately shouted, "Sure, enough talk, ten bottles of beer!"

At that, the guy roared, "Zhang Fan, you gotta be kidding!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Get lost, get lost, get lost, if you can’t drink ten bottles of beer, just scram!"

A guy carrying two cases of beer walked over and quickly placed the beers on the table.

Ten bottles each side!

"Rawr rawr rawr, Zhang Fan’s about to have a drinking contest!"

Roaring filled the air, and the crowd gathered around the table on Zhang Fan’s side.

"Front row, squat down or get headshotted!"

The guy live streaming on his phone made a makeshift platform with a few stools and stood tall.

"Brothers and sisters, the exciting moment has arrived. What you’re seeing now is our Face-smacking Gang’s Leader, Zhang Fan, going head-to-head in a drinking contest with this dominating dude! Ten bottles of beer, hehe, I’m gonna take my turn later! So, if you don’t spam 666 I freaking won’t show you guys!"

"666666!"

Immediately, the chat filled the live stream.

"Alright, no more nonsense, let’s get right to the point." The guy roared, assuming the role of a live commentary host.

"Let’s first take a look at our Zhang Fan, cough cough, with his wife backing him up, he’s sitting there fearless, while our brother here is ready to explode."

"Hehe, Zhang Fan, I’ll do you the honor of going first!" The challenger embraced a beer bottle, bit off the cap with his teeth, then tilted back his head and started chugging.

"Deep bond, down in one go." The guy live streaming roared.

"Smack!"

The beer-drinking dude slammed the now empty bottle on the table, his eyes glittering with a burning will to fight.

"You wish!"

Zhang Fan’s mouth curled slightly, his thumb pressed against the cap, and with a light flick, the cap flew off.

Everyone watching the scene was astonished.

"Holy crap, opening a beer bottle barehanded, am I hallucinating?"

"Wow, so cool!"

"The baby is crying it’s so cool!"

The girls in the live stream started screaming.

"Holy shit, what did I just see, Zhang Fan opening the cap with his thumb? Damn, no way, I gotta verify if it’s real." The live streamer pushed through the crowd, shouting loudly, "Zhang Fan, hold on!"

He came up to Zhang Fan with a beer bottle, then with both hands, he tried pulling at the cap with all his might.

Then, he handed the beer to Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan, do it again, let us feast our eyes!" The live streamer yelled.

Suddenly, the others started to egg him on as well.

Especially the bunch in the live streaming room, who were itching to leap through the screen to witness the spectacle firsthand!

Zhang Fan chuckled; naturally, he wouldn’t refuse such a effortless task!

Then, Zhang Fan set down the beer in his hand and picked up two more bottles, holding one in each hand. With a light flick of his thumbs, the two bottle caps flew off.

"Brothers and sisters in the streaming room, did you see Brother Fan’s performance? Hahaha!" the streamer laughed uproariously before roaring, "Where are my 666s? Where are the gifts!"

Suddenly, the stream room was swarming with virtual rockets and planes!

"Get lost!"

The drinker known as Xing immediately reached out, shoved the streamer aside, and then stared at Zhang Fan with fierce eyes, shouting, "Brother Fan, show us what you’ve got!"

The others immediately echoed, "Brother Fan, show us what you’ve got!"

"Come on, if I don’t drink all of you under the table tonight, my name isn’t ’Smackdown Zhang.’" Zhang Fan was also fired up by the lively atmosphere.

Drink!

He had never chickened out before.

Without delay, he grabbed a bottle of beer and began to chug.

Two seconds later, one bottle was empty, and then Zhang Fan grabbed another one and started to guzzle it down.

"Did you hear that? Brother Fan wants to challenge all of us! Brothers, my ’big blade’ is already thirsting for action, hahaha!" the streamer exclaimed dramatically.

"Haha, count me in!" one person bellowed.

"I’m in too!"

"Count me in!"

A group of men shouted out.

However, by this point, Zhang Fan had already finished five bottles.

"Damn, that’s fast!"

The others were shocked, staring blankly as the sixth bottle was quickly emptied, too!

"So fast!"

"Hey, what are you spacing out for? Drink up! If Brother Fan finishes ten bottles and you’ve only done one, how embarrassing would that be, with all these girls watching in the streaming room?" The crowd urged him on.

"Cheers!"

"Gulug, gulug!"

The sound of their Adam’s apples bobbing was clearly audible. However, by the time he had finished his second beer, Zhang Fan had already polished off the remaining four bottles.

"Smack!"

Zhang Fan threw the beer bottle on the ground and raised his hands to shout, "Next!"

The others exclaimed in astonishment.

"Holy shit, Brother Fan is defying the heavens!"

"Damn it, my turn, my turn!"

"What’s the rush? This brother hasn’t finished drinking yet!"

Only after the first challenger had finished did the second person stand up.

"Brother Fan, please!"

"Come on, come on!"

Zhang Fan flicked his thumb, and beer caps danced through the air.

"Gulug, gulug!"

Thirty seconds later, ten more bottles were empty!

"Damn, that makes twenty bottles! Brother Fan’s speed is out of this world!"

But the second challenger had only managed to drink two bottles!

"Keep going!" Zhang Fan called out.

"Me, me, me, me!" the streamer tossed his phone into someone’s lap and hurried over.

"Brother Fan, let’s go big this time, twenty bottles, how about that!" he said, eyes red with excitement.

"No problem, let’s do it!" Zhang Fan said, then turned around and yelled, "Leader, bring on the booze!"

Feng Zheng and his group hurried over with the beer toward Zhang Fan’s place.

"Gulug, gulug!"

Zhang Fan took one minute for twenty bottles!

Witnessing such ferocity, the jaws of people all around hit the floor.

It’s been less than five minutes, right?

And he’s already downed forty bottles?