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Fatty felt someone behind him trying to stop him. His mind briefly flickered; he had not yet received a signal from Brother Nan, and acting now would indeed be reckless.
Fatty deliberately let out a burp, swayed his body, and pretended to fall to the ground, saying loudly, "Which man pushed me? If I find out who it is, I'll give him a good slap to vent my anger..."
His nonsensical rambling made the people around him laugh heartily, while Lin Hai and others were also quite drunk and tried to pull Fatty up, nearly falling over themselves in the process.
At the table above, Li Nan was already pinned down in his chair by six women. Although the scene was somewhat suggestive, for Li Nan, it was already a dead end!
Li Nan squinted his eyes, his face flushed red, and mumbled, "What’s this? Are you ladies planning to all come at me together? I've only heard of the story of a golden hoop battling the Eight Immortals, but I've never experienced it myself. It seems that today I’m lucky thanks to Brother Long, getting such good fortune..."
As he spoke, Li Nan attempted to raise his hands to embrace the two women approaching him. However, the pressure points on his joints were firmly held down by someone, rendering him completely immobile.
Seeing the two women with thin blades getting closer, Li Nan remained unfazed and continued his rambling, "So you like this kind of tune? Alright then, I’ll go along with you today!"
At the same time, across from him, Liu Long raised a wine glass but didn’t know who he was toasting.
Liu Long stood up and lifted his glass. However, as he moved his finger slickly, the glass suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground!
The half-full glass shattered instantly, spilling wine everywhere.
Liu Long straightened up and exclaimed, "What’s going on here?"
Just as Liu Long’s voice fell, all the men at the table stood up straight, reaching for their waists with serious expressions.
In an instant, the atmosphere at the banquet had reached a boiling point.
Li Nan sat slumped in the chair, still looking dazed from the alcohol. Not noticing the wine glass on the floor, he said, "Sisters, don't stop. Our business isn't finished yet!"
With Liu Long's approval from behind, the two women standing in front of Li Nan suddenly gained confidence and moved closer to him. Their hands, holding blades, pressed against Li Nan's throat.
Li Nan spoke softly, seemingly truly intoxicated, and made no attempt to resist even after being bound. The two women with blades in hand moved with purpose, their hands swift and the blades cold, clearly intent on delivering a lethal strike!
Just as the blades were about to descend upon Li Nan's throat, the women binding his hands and feet revealed expressions of pain beneath their veils, as if it was they who were bound instead of Li Nan!
Suddenly, with half-open eyes, Li Nan broke into a smile. "Why not continue?"
The two women's faces showed a hint of surprise. Although the other women looked different, at that moment, the two could not hesitate any longer. As the blades descended rapidly, Li Nan's smile widened.
In an instant, the six women binding Li Nan emitted sounds of their bones cracking, their faces contorted in extreme pain, clearly indicating that something had gone awry!
With swift precision, the two women leaped as if to strike Li Nan along with their blades. Unfortunately for them, Li Nan was evidently faster. Just as the blade swept through the air, blood splattered out!
The rough men at the lower table noticed blood appearing during their meal; though surprised, they remained calm, clearly having coordinated beforehand!
Fatty lay slumped over a chair, dazed from drink. Catching sight of the commotion above him, his eyes widened in alarm!
Though Fatty was somewhat overweight, he was still agile enough to spring into action. However, just as he stood up, someone held him back.
"Wait a moment; Brother Nan wouldn't be so careless!"
The speaker was Bitter Melon, who then turned and shouted angrily, "What the hell is going on? How can there be blood during a meal? What kind of situation is this?"
Fatty was pinned down by Bitter Melon and, feeling helpless, could only continue to pretend to be drunk.
Bitter Melon cursed but remained still, seemingly preparing to watch the situation unfold.
Nearby, Scarface and Mighty Bull both gestured for caution, intending to take action first.
Just as the atmosphere at the table was about to boil over, Li Nan suddenly burst into laughter from the head of the table. "What the hell is all this blood? Brother Long's celebration has turned into such a scene; do you all not want to get by anymore?"
As he spoke, Li Nan pushed away the woman he had just pulled to him, and the splattered blood was from her.
The two women holding knives had already been kicked down to the ground by Li Nan, looking extremely disheveled.
Li Nan shook his body and laughed again, "Is Brother Long's birthday party going to be a Hongmen Banquet?"
Seeing the pool of blood, Liu Long felt quite displeased. A second later, he noticed Li Nan's little move and immediately changed his expression; it seemed he had underestimated Li Nan!
Liu Long spread his hands and angrily addressed the eight women on the ground, "What on earth is going on? You are too lawless; how dare you harm my brother..."
Then Liu Long shouted, "Whose are these women?"
In response, Scarface pressed something back down at his waist and said, "Reporting to Brother Long, these women were previously with Rat. If there’s any mistake, it must have been caused by Rat back then."
Liu Long clicked his tongue. "So that's how it is; it must be that way!" He then turned to Li Nan and said, "Brother, brother, I truly apologize. How could such a thing happen? It’s really my negligence..."
Li Nan staggered to his feet and wiped the blood splattered on his face, grinning as he said, "This blood really smells foul!"
On half of the palm, there were bloodstains, but Li Nan did not bother to wipe them off. Instead, he picked up the chopsticks on the table and smacked his lips, saying, "What a pity for such a good spread; I haven't even had a few bites before it all got splattered with blood!"
Liu Long lowered his voice and quietly asked, "Brother, are you hurt?"
Li Nan remained silent, bringing the blood-stained chopsticks to his mouth. "No injuries, no injuries, just a few women. I toyed with them; it's not like they could do anything to me!"
Liu Long forced a smile. "Yes, yes, I know Brother Li Nan's skills. However, this incident is my oversight; I must apologize!"
Hearing this, Li Nan laughed heartily. "At the dining table, what does Brother Long have to apologize for? But I see that Brother Long's wine glass seems to be empty. Was it the one that fell on the ground? How could Brother Long be so careless?"
Li Nan's sharp words struck Liu Long's soft spot. However, Liu Long was an old fox and very cunning. He originally thought he could use a few women to eliminate Li Nan without anyone noticing, but he underestimated Li Nan's vigilance. That's why he spoke to Scarface in such a manner—not because he wanted to let go but because he wanted to continue expanding his influence.
Eight women lay sprawled on the ground, likely not many left breathing. Liu Long seemed unfazed. "I'm getting older; my hands and feet aren't as nimble anymore. Brother wouldn't really think this banquet is a Hongmen Banquet, would you? That would be quite an overestimation of me! I, Liu Long, am not that Chariot King, and Brother Li Nan is not just that Han Zhongwang!"
Li Nan swayed slightly before sitting back down in his chair and muttered to himself, "Just a few women; their deaths are insignificant as long as they don't ruin Brother Long's banquet!"
Gao Hu noticed that Li Nan was starting to take control of the situation and immediately signaled Liu Long with a look, indicating that things had reached this point—there was no need for any pretense; they should just turn the table and kill. However, Liu Long still gestured from behind to indicate that he had his own plans.
Gao Hu cursed inwardly and shouted at those behind him, "What are you looking at? Just a few dead girls; they're not your wives—what's there to make a fuss about?"
The dozens of brothers in the lower positions saw that things hadn't escalated to the point of drawing blades and gradually put away their weapons.
Meanwhile, Bitter Melon raised his arm and shouted at Fatty, "You're the best drinker here; now you're drunk like a dead pig—what a hassle!"
Fatty burped quietly and remained silent, but he was still helped onto the table by Bitter Melon and Lin Hai.
Li Nan glanced at the several corpses nearby and smiled bitterly, saying, "Death is nothing to lament, but it's a pity to waste such a beautiful body!"
Liu Long picked up the wine cup in front of Gao Hu, filled it to the brim, and raised it towards Li Nan, saying, "I, Liu Long, have not been strict enough, which led to what just happened. I will drink three cups as punishment and hope my brother can forgive me!"
As he spoke, Liu Long downed three cups of wine in quick succession without spilling any behind him, seemingly genuinely apologetic.
Li Nan waved his hand and said, "Brother Long need not be so formal. Today is Brother Long's birthday; how can I let you drink in punishment? Second Brother, don't you agree?"
Gao Hu nodded in agreement and had already pulled over a cup from someone else’s hand, filling it up to drink with Liu Long.
Li Nan laughed heartily, and it seemed that the flush on his face had faded a bit.
At this moment, Liu Long secretly thought to himself, "Good for you, Li Nan. In just a few days, your drinking capacity has improved to this level. It seems I really underestimated you! However, even if you can handle your liquor now, today you won't leave this table without drinking!"
When Li Nan first met Liu Long and Gao Hu, his drinking ability was indeed poor. However, being in the camp meant he had to deal with these two formidable drinkers. Knowing he couldn't hold his liquor well would put him at a disadvantage, so he had secretly practiced his drinking skills. Now, although he was still a bit away from being an old hand at drinking, handling three or five bottles was no problem at all!
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