"Heh... And we're really going at it! Look here, kid, do you seriously believe you can outdrink the four of us?" Little Crew Cut, standing next to Sun Zheng, sneered.

Do they think I would bet without any assurance? Lin Feng just glanced at Little Crew Cut, remaining silent but smiling to himself; he remembered that Little Crew Cut's name was Wang Da.

"Yo, you're pretty cocky, huh? Ignoring me like that. Let's see if you can still act so tough when you're puking your guts out all over the floor!" Wang Da's words were crude, and he looked sullen, clearly resentful.

Lin Feng could tell at a glance that while Wang Da wasn't as tall as Sun Zheng, his muscles were solid and well-proportioned, indicating considerable explosive power. The thick calluses on the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers showed he had trained. So, these guys aren't all just useless louts, huh?

"Forget it, Wang Da. Don't stoop to his level. It's good if he's confident; it means we're not just bullying him!" Sun Zheng chuckled. He wasn't particularly interested in winning Lin Feng's Volkswagen Passat. However, matters at the drinking table were all about face, especially with two great beauties watching from the side. Sun Zheng was eager to drink Lin Feng under the table and certainly wouldn't mind snatching his car keys in the process!

"Lin Feng, are you sure about this? Don't push yourself if you can't handle it!" Cao Ying leaned closer to Lin Feng's ear, a gentle smile on her face, and asked softly, maintaining her composure.

"Trust me, darling. I'm a real man, and a man can never say he 'can't do it,' no matter the situation!" Lin Feng gently patted Cao Ying's shoulder, chuckling.

"Pfft... You're talking nonsense again..." Cao Ying naturally understood the other meaning behind Lin Feng's "a man can never say he 'can't do it'." Her face turned quite red as she scoffed lightly.

"Heh heh... You're the one overthinking it!" Seeing the change in Cao Ying's expression, Lin Feng smirked.

"Are you really going to be okay drinking so much?" Cao Ying was still a little worried about Lin Feng's alcohol tolerance. Too much alcohol could lead to poisoning!

"Don't worry, I don't even see those few as a challenge!" Lin Feng said with a confident laugh.

Looking at Lin Feng's confident eyes, Cao Ying was momentarily speechless. It was a strange sensation, as if Lin Feng possessed a captivating power that assured her things would be handled well if left to him. Cao Ying usually only experienced this feeling with her father. Her father held a high position, governing Jiangzhou City, and was a renowned political heavyweight in all of East China; it was reasonable for him to have such an imposing aura. She never expected to find this same feeling emanating from Lin Feng, a young man around her own age.

After much effort, Lin Feng managed to reassure Cao Ying. Only then did he turn back to Wang Da, grin, and say, "How about this: if you're so convinced I'm going to lose, why not consider raising the stakes and betting something with me? You could win a little extra something, couldn't you?"

Wang Da was taken aback. Normally, he and his buddies would polish off five or six bottles of baijiu during a single meal. If they were betting now and really letting loose, they could each easily down another two bottles. With Lin Feng facing four of them, could he possibly drink three to three-and-a-half liters of strong liquor all by himself? His stomach couldn't even hold that much! Is this kid some kind of human barrel?

"Alright, I'll take that bet!" Wang Da declared, brimming with confidence. He took off his silver wristwatch, placed it in front of Lin Feng, and said boastfully, "This Vacheron Constantin cost me 590,000 Hong Kong dollars last month in Harbor City. Let's value it at 400,000 for this bet. What do you have to put up against it?"

Damn, a single watch that could trade for three Passats... These guys really are a bunch of rich kids!

Lin Feng shook his head and said calmly, "I don't really have anything on me worth that much..."

"Tch... Can't even cover the stakes, and you still dare to act so arrogant in front of me? You should just give up now!" Wang Da scoffed, preparing to put his alligator-strap Vacheron Constantin back on his wrist.

"I wasn't finished speaking..." Lin Feng said evenly. "I may not have a physical item of that value, but I can use a card..."

Lin Feng's card originally held a little over 50,000 yuan. However, Xie Nan had recently deposited 350,000 yuan into it, bringing the total to exactly 400,000 yuan...

Under Wang Da's dumbstruck gaze, Lin Feng, with a flourish, called over a waiter, swiped his card to check the balance, and showed Wang Da the string of numbers: Available Balance: 400,050.00 yuan.

"Just enough. If the transaction fees are low, I might even have enough left for a takeout meal..." Lin Feng glanced at the display. Phew, barely scraped together 400,000. At least I have the capital to bet against Wang Da! While a Vacheron Constantin isn't the absolute best luxury watch, it's certainly good enough for me to show off with... Cough, cough. Lin Feng was already calculating how to use his winnings.

"So, this is your entire net worth, huh!" After seeing Lin Feng's card balance, the disdain in Wang Da's eyes intensified. He laughed and asked, "If you lose, I'm afraid you won't even have money for a taxi home!"

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm just asking if you dare to bet or not?" Lin Feng retorted with a smug grin, an incredibly punchable expression on his face.

"Bet? Why wouldn't I? If you're looking to give me money, I have no reason to refuse! Let's put our stakes in front of these two great beauties..." Wang Da agreed to the bet with great bravado. He placed his watch in front of Li Liping, his gaze fixed provocatively on the bank card in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng smiled and also placed his card in front of Li Liping.

"Seeing you all having so much fun, I'd like to join in too!" Chen Dong, a scholarly-looking man with glasses standing behind Wang Da, suddenly spoke up. "I wonder what else Lin Feng is willing to bet with me?"

Lin Feng paused for a moment. These guys really are confident. The other two want to bet against me as well? He glanced at Zhang Shu, who was standing to the side, and indeed saw an eager, ready-to-jump-in expression on his face...

Lin Feng was confident in his abilities and wasn't afraid of their numbers. The problem was, he didn't have enough collateral left! How could he bet against Chen Dong and Zhang Shu?

"How can you all be having so much fun and not include me?" Cao Ying, noticing Lin Feng's predicament, suddenly spoke with a playful smile. She extended a slender hand and gently placed something on the table: the keys to the Porsche Carrera GT she had won from Li Liping two days prior.

"A brand-new Carrera GT, delivered in August. I'm betting on Lin Feng to win. Who wants to take this bet against me?" Cao Ying's eyes, holding a hint of a smile, glinted with a rare trace of majesty and dominance. That momentary display of allure was enough to leave Lin Feng utterly mesmerized!

This kind of stake, that nonchalant tone... Beauty Cao Ying's domineering air truly isn't something an ordinary girl could compare to!

"A new Carrera GT?!" Zhang Shu and Chen Dong's expressions changed slightly. They hadn't expected Cao Ying to casually produce the keys to such a top-tier sports car, nor for her to be so extravagant—putting a car worth over five million yuan directly on the line as a bet against them.

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