The other three also picked up their glasses, clinked them, and drank them all in one gulp.
Duanmu Taichu put down his wine glass and suddenly shouted at the hot pot: "Wow, where is the flower toe I just put down?"
"When you were drinking just now, Amo took all of it away." Jiang Feng sold Mo Laishi without any burden.
"Amo, you..." Duanmu Taichu's fingers were shaking with anger.
You know, the most essential part of a cow is the toe, and this bastard ate it all without saying a word.
Morais' mouth was stuffed full, and he said incoherently, "Young man, oh, this is teaching you that the world is cruel. Do you understand that the weak are strong and the weak are weak?"
"Okay, okay! You forced me to do this." Duanmu Taichu was furious and ready to use his ultimate move.
He sneered, and suddenly seemed no longer angry, and said calmly: "Let me tell you a story."
Before the three of them could react, Duanmu Taichu's voice continued, "It's said that in the 1980s, movie theaters had a spittoon under each seat for the audience to spit in."
"One day, two brothers went to the movies and started arguing about the ending of the movie. So they made a bet that if the ending of the movie was the same as their guess, the other one would have to drink a mouthful of spit."
When the three heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
A bad feeling spread throughout my body.
But just when they all stood up and wanted to cover Duanmu Taichu's mouth, Duanmu Taichu had already continued speaking at an extremely fast speed.
"In the end, the eldest brother lost. He admitted defeat and picked up the spittoon and poured the liquid into his mouth. He drank many mouthfuls and didn't put it down. The younger brother asked if he only drank one mouthful. The elder brother then said, 'It's too strong and I can't bite it off.'"
"Fuck..." Jiang Feng vomited.
Fei Chongji and Mo Laishi were fine because they were warriors, but they also retched continuously.
"Duanmu Taichu, we will never forgive you." Mo Laishi was the first to roar, and then chased Duanmu Taichu to beat him.
Fei Chongji and Jiang Feng followed closely behind, beating Duanmu Taichu until he screamed.
Several people started chasing and fighting in the villa.
Uncle Chen, the housekeeper standing by, looked at it and shook his head.
Young Master Duanmu still needs to be severely punished by society.
Such tactics that injure the enemy by a thousand and yourself by eight thousand can be used.
After sighing, Uncle Chen retched and quickly covered his mouth.
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