Duan Yu practices martial arts every day and has a very good alcohol tolerance.
But he pretended to be slightly drunk: "I don't need to hire anyone yet. According to my current ability, I can at least control 300."
"Mr. Duan is really amazing. I wonder what method he uses?" asked Ti Min.
Duan Yu's phoenix eyes curved with a smile.
His lips looked red due to the effect of alcohol, more delicate and tempting than a woman's.
Tia couldn't take her eyes off him.
Tia also wanted to know the question her father asked just now.
"That's because I'm different, of course."
"Mr. Duan is such a joker. This is our best liquor. We have brewed just this one pot in the past ten years. Mr. Duan, enjoy it." Ti Min frowned slightly, and he calmly poured Duan Yuman another cup.
The fact that he still had the energy to joke proved that he was not drunk yet.
"I'm sorry to serve you such good wine." Duan Yu said as he finished the whole glass.
"Mr. Duan, can you share it with us?" Seeing that Duan Yu was getting more drunk and his eyes were blurred, Ti Min wanted to coax him to tell him.
"Do you want to know? Then challenge me to a duel. If one of you beats me, I'll tell you." Duan Yu pretended to be drunk and said loudly.
Ti Gang and the others put down their chopsticks and looked at Duan Yu with disdain.
Mr. Duan looks like a pretty boy.
How dare he challenge them to a duel?
You really don't know how to live or die.
"Master Duan, you're drunk." Ti Min tried to smooth things over for Duan Yu. In his opinion, Duan Yu was courting death, waiting to be beaten unilaterally.
"I didn't, I'm not drunk. Don't you dare?" Duan Yu said with a smile.
His smile was like a warm spring breeze, and there was a hint of mockery in his tone.
Tigang was a calm person. Although he was displeased, he still spoke politely: "Master Duan, we have been dealing with animals like cattle and sheep since we were young. Perhaps we are stronger than ordinary people."
"It's bigger, so it's okay. You can come together." Duan Yu's slender fingers moved in circles along the edge of the quilt.
Tia stood by, at a loss.
On one side is my brother, and on the other side is my sweetheart.
She doesn't want to see any mistakes on either side.
"Mr. Duan, are you serious?" Timon couldn't help it, he decided to teach Duan Yu a lesson.
He probably doesn't know that the nomadic people on the border of Du State are famous for being strong and fierce?
"Meng'er, just show some respect." Seeing he couldn't stop him, Ti Min reminded his son not to beat anyone to death. He still had to ask Duan Yu about something.
"Do I need to sign a life and death agreement?" Duan Yu smiled.
"What? We never sign that kind of thing. We accept defeat." Timon raised his eyebrows.
In his opinion, the death warrant was an insult to them.
"Okay. Where do we start?" Duan Yu stood up shakily.
"Mr. Duan, why don't you just forget it? We can compete another day." Tia couldn't help but go over to help Duan Yu.
Duan Yu dodged her hand without leaving a trace.
"Get out now."
"Okay." Timon said, and strode out of the tent.
Duan Yu followed closely behind.
In the eyes of Timin and the others, the result of this competition was already clear, and there was no need to go out to watch the game, so except for Tia, no one went out.
Less than a dozen steps after going out, I heard Tia's scream.
Everyone ran out quickly.
"Meng'er! Meng'er! What's wrong with you?" Ti Min rushed to his son and picked him up.
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