Chapter 1595: Eyes Without Sight

"Is that so? Then thank you. I thought you hadn't done anything at all these past few days." Chuan Naizi was slightly stunned, then poured another glass of wine: "Then this glass, I must properly thank you."

"Baijiu isn't meant to be drunk like this." Chen Yu looked at her, and it was a long while before he blurted out this sentence.

Yes, baijiu is not meant to be drunk like this; drinking it this way is going to cost lives. If Chen Yu didn't use Original Power, one jin was his limit for drinking. He and Chuan Naizi had been sitting here for less than ten minutes, and they had already drunk eight liang of wine.

Who could withstand this? Yet the woman before him seemed to have activated a cheat, glass after glass, with almost no pause, which left Chen Yu feeling somewhat speechless.

He had originally thought the other party was a little lamb, but he hadn't expected that she was the most ruthless one. This left Chen Yu in a bit of a bind; he truly didn't know how to handle her.

Should he just walk away? Are you kidding? To be drunk into such a state by a Fusang woman—how could he face anyone after going out later? He had to hold on.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Chuan Naizi looked at Chen Yu and spat out these words.

"Of course not..." Chen Yu's face flushed red, and he spat out this sentence. Admitting defeat? Impossible. He, a Huaxia man, losing to a woman at the wine table—that would be a bit too much, right?

"Then let's continue. If you feel that drinking like this isn't working, let's switch to large glasses." Chuan Naizi finally laughed out loud; she had finally found a way to get a handle on Chen Yu.

"Don't be like this. I will help you with your favor, can you stop forcing drinks on me?" Chen Yu said, feeling between laughter and tears: "A little drink brings joy, but heavy drinking hurts the body."

"Alright then, this is what you said. You will help me with this favor; you must absolutely not go back on your word." Chuan Naizi laughed heartily: "They say that many things in Huaxia are negotiated at the wine table; this saying is truly not false."

"Your Huaxia wine culture is truly impressive. No wonder you have your own brand of liquor in every region."

"You've been to Huaxia, right?" Chen Yu asked.

"I have. I have half Huaxia blood, so I have definitely been to Huaxia." Chuan Naizi said: "Oh, right, the place I went to was Shandong. That place is very particular."

"No wonder. The people over there can really drink." Chen Yu suddenly realized. Indeed, in Shandong, where wine culture is prevalent, they really can drink. This woman has the genes from over there, so it's no wonder.

"Since you've agreed to help me with the favor, then this glass will count as me thanking you." Chuan Naizi smiled slightly: "I'll finish mine, you drink as you please."

After speaking, Chuan Naizi tilted her head back and drank the glass of wine completely dry. From the time the two started drinking until now, it had only been a little over ten minutes, but Chuan Naizi had already drunk eight liang of wine. Such a capacity for alcohol left even Chen Yu stunned.

Chen Yu was helpless. The other party had finished hers, and it was impossible for him not to drink at all. Out of respect, he downed the wine in his hand in one gulp, then set down the glass.

As a Dharma Cultivator, he actually felt a wave of scorching heat in his esophagus. This was a feeling he hadn't had in a long time; this time, he had been careless.

"Haha, thank you, you're giving me so much face." Chuan Naizi laughed heartily and set down her glass: "Actually, this is my first time drinking like this. I suddenly wanted to challenge my own limits."

"Don't. Drinking too much wine hurts the body." Chen Yu hurriedly advised her: "Even if your tolerance is good, it won't do. Believe me, I am a Yisheng."

"You are also a Yisheng? Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Chuan Naizi looked at Chen Yu with curiosity.

"Yes, a famous Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner." Chen Yu nodded and said: "So what I say carries authority; you shouldn't disbelieve it."

"That's good." Chuan Naizi nodded.

Chen Yu tried to persuade her left and right, and finally managed to stop her. He had originally thought they could discuss matters normally, but just at this moment, several men at the neighboring table, all covered in tattoos, walked over.

"This lady, your tolerance for alcohol is quite good. Our Young Master Kawasaki hopes you can come over to his table so everyone can chat." A sturdy, burly man, showing off the tattoos on his muscles, said in the Fusang language.

Chuan Naizi turned her head to glance at a young man at the neighboring table, and that young man bowed slightly toward her.

She did not answer. The burly man thought Chuan Naizi didn't understand, so he repeated it in the Huaxia language and asked: "Are you from Huaxia?"

"I am not." Chuan Naizi shook her head and said: "I am a local. I am truly sorry, I don't have time to go over to that table. I am currently discussing matters with my friend."

"Oh, your friend?" The burly man looked at Chen Yu, grinned, and said: "This friend, I'm borrowing your friend for a moment, no problem, right?"

"Speak like a human." Chen Yu glanced at him. It wasn't that he didn't understand Fusang, but hearing this tone made him inexplicably annoyed.

"I said, I'm borrowing your friend for a moment, no problem, right?" The burly man tilted his head to look at Chen Yu and repeated what he had just said.

"There is a problem." Chen Yu glanced at the burly man and said: "She is unwilling to go over, so you all should leave."

"She will agree, because that is our Young Master Kawasaki. No one can refuse Young Master Kawasaki's invitation." The burly man stared fixedly at Chen Yu: "I also advise you, don't bring trouble upon yourself."

"It seems you are the ones who have been bringing trouble upon yourselves, right?" Chen Yu raised his head and glanced at the burly man: "While I haven't lost my temper yet, I advise you to leave here. You probably don't know that you are currently looking for your own discomfort."

"Good, good." The burly man grinned. He took off his tank top, revealing a body full of tattoos, and stared viciously at Chen Yu: "You probably don't know who I am, do you?"

Tattoos are a symbol of Fusang syndicates. In this country where organized crime is legal, almost every member of a syndicate has a large number of tattoos on their body.

Although they are not as rampant in recent years as they were in previous years, locals still voluntarily keep their distance when they see someone with many tattoos.

"Don't you think that having yourself tattooed all colorful and messy makes you look like a fool? What is this that you've tattooed? Your rolls of fat have already distorted your tattoos." Chen Yu said, unable to hold back any longer.

Yes, this guy was full of fat, and the things tattooed on his body had long since been distorted. Chen Yu truly couldn't tell what exactly this guy had tattooed on his body; it was just a colorful, messy blob.

"Try saying what you just said one more time?" The burly man's face turned gloomy. With a wave of his hand, several of his underlings behind him simultaneously ripped off their shirts, revealing their tattoos, and slowly closed in on Chen Yu.

The people eating nearby had no mood to watch the excitement, because once it involved a syndicate, the consequences were always very serious. If a fight broke out, there would be many casualties. If you were just eating on the side, you might get caught in the crossfire.