Chapter 150: First Meeting with Qiao Feng, Drinking Heartily

"Waiter, bring me a jar of good wine!"

Not long after, a strong voice suddenly came from the restaurant. The voice arrived before anyone arrived. The voice sounded like it was coming from a bold man.

"Okay, please take a seat!" The waiter greeted him excitedly. The owner of this voice had been drinking for several days, and would drink several bottles each time. He was very straightforward and frank, which was deeply liked by them.

"Bring some more snacks to go with the wine."

The voice continued to be heard, and then under the gaze of everyone, a tall and mighty man strode over, found a place at random, and sat down.

Lin Yu turned his head and looked towards the man's position, and he could see the man's face clearly at a glance. The owner of that voice was none other than Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan who Lin Yu came to look for.

Qiao Feng seemed to be aware of it and looked towards Lin Yu. The two could not help but look at each other for a moment. Lin Yu smiled faintly, raised a bowl of wine on the table, raised his head, and drank the bowl boldly.

At this time, Qiao Feng's wine was also brought up.

After pouring the wine into the bowl, Qiao Feng stared at Lin Yu's handsome face, his throat twitching as a bowl of wine entered his stomach, and he poured another glass in succession.

"To report to the leader of the gang, we have agreed to meet in the Huishan pavilion tomorrow morning." Outside, two disciples dressed as beggars ran in and stood respectfully in front of Qiao Feng, reporting the news.

"A bit rushed, right?" Qiao Feng raised his eyebrows.

"My subordinates originally made an appointment with them three days later, but the other party seemed to know that we were short of manpower, so they actually said something sarcastic, saying that if they didn't dare to keep the appointment, it would be fine if they didn't go tomorrow." The disciple of the Beggar Clan clasped his fists and reported truthfully. Gave it to Qiao Feng.

"Tell the brothers that we will gather in Huishan at midnight tonight. We will arrive first and wait for them to come to the appointment." Qiao Feng thought for a while and then made a decision.

"Yes!" The two disciples retreated.

Lin Yu is now in the realm of a master and can clearly hear the conversation between Qiao Feng and his disciples. He is very clear about the purpose of Qiao Feng's trip.

The deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, Ma Dayuan, died from his stunt "Throat-locking Grasp", and only the Murong family's stunt "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi" could do this.

Therefore, in order to find out the truth of the matter, he, who was the leader of the Beggar Clan at the time, came to Yanziwu outside Suzhou City to visit Murong Fu. After preliminary investigation, he became suspicious of this inference.

So, he came to Wuxi.

This is already his third day here.

"Friend, please come over and have a drink together!" After the two disciples left, Qiao Feng looked at Lin Yu again. Seeing that Lin Yu's eyes were still there, he couldn't help but invite him.

"OK!"

Lin Yu was also very cheerful. He lifted a jar of sorghum wine on the table and said to Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling: "Mei Wan, Ling'er, do you want to come together?"

"No." Mu Wanqing shook her head.

"Brother Lin, drink less!" Zhong Ling just advised Lin Yu and sat with Mu Wanqing without any desire to drink.

Let’s leave drinking to men!

"Brother is the famous Beiqiao Feng, right?" Lin Yu came to Qiao Feng, filled the big bowl on the table with wine, raised a bowl, and looked at Qiao Feng with a smile.

"Why ask even though you already know?"

Qiao Feng smiled, picked up Lin Yu's filled wine bowl, and said seriously: "Let's have a good drink of a few big bowls first, and when we start fighting later, there will be no friendship left. "

"Brother must have recognized the wrong person."

Lin Yu smiled casually and didn't care at all about Qiao Feng's attitude. This also proved that Qiao Feng was thoughtful and he didn't just have force value.

As he spoke, Lin Yu raised his head and drank another large bowl of sorghum wine. He was so cheerful that Qiao Feng also admired it.

"Brother, that's cool, bartender!"

Qiao Feng nodded, called the bartender, and continued: "Ten pounds of fine sorghum wine, and five pounds of beef!"

"Master, this wine, this meat..."

The bartender was obviously frightened by Qiao Feng's boldness, with a hesitant look on his face, and asked, "Can you finish drinking and eating?"

"Don't worry so much. If it's not enough, twenty pounds will do!" Qiao Feng waved his hand, pointed his finger in Lin Yu's direction, and said, "This young master will pay, you don't have to worry!"

"Okay, sir!" The bartender nodded.

Lin Yu looked at this scene and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He had been looking forward to such a life for a long time. Now that he was there, he felt even calmer.

There was a little excitement in the calmness.

Not long after, the bartender brought over the fine sorghum wine, put it on the table, and took many large bowls. There is a rule here, that is, if you can drink, it doesn't matter even if you throw the bowl.

Looking at the battle, these two people must be the ones who throw the bowl.

"Come on, let's drink ten bowls first!"

Qiao Feng picked up the bowl with one hand and looked at Lin Yu with interest.

"No problem, you can drink as much as you want!" Lin Yu also raised the bowl and took the first drink, appearing extremely straightforward.

"Brother, be happy!"

"Come on, let's continue!"

"Brother, can you still drink?"

"Keep going, don't stop!"

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In just half an hour, Lin Yu and Qiao Feng finished ten kilograms of sorghum wine. At this time, the floor of the restaurant was a mess, filled with broken bowls.

"What a great drinker!"

"How can two people drink ten pounds of wine?"

"They must be heroes in the world, but I was blind and didn't recognize them!"

"Isn't it Mr. Murong Fu?"

The surrounding customers looked at the two people drinking boldly, and they all clapped their hands and praised them. The topic continued to talk about the two people, and they all speculated on who they were.

"Sister Mu, don't you care about Brother Lin?"

Zhong Ling was a girl after all. Seeing Lin Yu drinking like this, instead of showing any appreciation, she became deeply worried for him.

Drinking a small amount makes you happy, but drinking a lot is harmful to your body.

Zhong Ling understands this truth deeply.

"If men drink, let them drink."

Mu Wanqing shook her head, looked at Lin Yu with admiring eyes, and said lightly: "He still looks so charming when he drinks."

"Eh~" Zhong Ling shrugged and muttered her cherry lips.

"Brother, can you still drink?"

With ten kilograms of sorghum wine in his stomach, Qiao Feng didn't feel drunk at all. With admiration in his eyes, he patted Lin Yu's shoulder heavily.

"Of course you can drink it!"

Lin Yu shrugged, feeling sympathetic towards Qiao Feng. In addition, the alcohol content was not high, and he had reached the level of a master, so he was still very sober.

"Bartender, please bring another ten pounds of sorghum wine!"

Qiao Feng shouted, feeling particularly happy.

"Okay, sir!" The bartender's mood could no longer be described as shocked. He just looked at the two of them tremblingly, then numbly went to bring in another ten kilograms of wine.

"These two people are crazy..."

Zhong Ling shook his head and leaned his back against the wooden pillar, waiting for Lin Yu quietly. Mu Wanqing stood aside and also took a sip.

"Brother, twelve more bowls?"

Lin Yu filled up the wine and asked with a smile.

"What's the meaning?"

Qiao Feng was a little confused and asked doubtfully.

"The eagle spreads its wings and flies twelve times!"

"Okay, what an eagle spreading its wings and flying twelve times!"

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The pace has accelerated, and the previous stories will be sorted out in the follow-up to give you an explanation. I believe it won’t be too long, so keep up the good work!