Occupational challenge: Let you challenge, not let you die!

Chapter 107 Get off the horse!
The clouds in the sky are slowly shifting, and the air in the 60s is extraordinarily fresh.

Su Chen looked up at the slowly flowing white clouds in the sky, and was in a good mood.

"System, ten consecutive draws."

【Ding! 】

[Drawing expertise...]

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations for obtaining the following god-level specialties: No Drunk in a Thousand Cups, High Temperature Resistance, Fast Healing, Hard Horny Skin, Gun Disassembly, Listening to Dice and Counting Points, Making Human Skin Masks, Beef Offal, Mildly Cooked Killer, and Child Friendly]

Su Chen and Zhong Haishi stood at the corner of the street, looking at the intersection in front of them.

Far away they could hear the shouts of the card players.

Zhong Haishi looked at Su Chen, hesitantly said: "Brother Su, shall we go in?"

Su Chen smiled faintly: "It's all at the door, what are you afraid of?"

Zhong Haishi clenched his fists, his yellow hair flowing in the wind, and a look of anxiety on his face.

The two walked into the street corner.

Seeing the two people appear, the shouting from the ears gradually subsided.

The gangsters in the hall stared at Su Chen and Zhong Haishi.

Su Chen and Zhong Haishi also stared at the gangsters.

There are several benches around a long table outside the door, and a group of gangsters are playing cards.

Sitting in the center was a tattooed man wearing a white vest, with a long black dragon tattooed on his thick arm, a pair of dark eyes staring at Su Chen, as if alive, and the dragon's whiskers seemed to be swimming between his muscles.

The tattooed man turned around and looked at Su Chen with a half-smile.

"Who are you? What are you doing at the entrance of Xinyi'an?"

"Boss Mo asked us to come to the hall." Su Chen surveyed the surrounding environment, cigarette butts and wine bottles were everywhere.

Some melodious voices could still be heard from the door behind the long table.

Daytime prostitution...

The tattooed man stood up from the bench, took out a long knife from under the table, and pointed at Su Chen.

"You said Boss Mo asked you to come, how do I know it's true?"

The tattooed man was very arrogant and didn't pay attention to Su Chen at all.

Zhong Haishi's eyelids drooped slightly behind him.

Someone in the group of gangsters recognized Su Chen's figure.

"He seems to be the red stick from Qingmao Street yesterday..."

"Shh!"

"Keep your voice down, Brother Pheasant doesn't know, this is giving him power!"

"Get off the horse? This is a red stick, isn't it good?"

"The red sticks from street fights, it doesn't matter..."

"Brother Pheasant can grasp the scale, what are you worried about?"

All the whispers of a group of four or nine boys fell into Su Chen's ears.

Seeing the bright long knife blocked in front of him, Su Chen chuckled: "Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"Row."

"Let's talk about the rules." Su Chen said directly.

The tattooed man named Pheasant saw that Su Chen was so happy, his expression also changed, from the teasing to serious.

"Okay, a little courage."

"Since you mentioned the rules, I will follow the rules."

"The four red sticks in Xinyi'an have been tested by the leader before entering the gate. You are the mouth of the boss of Jinwu. We ask that you are no different from the four big red sticks."

"Ask for a little condescension, and I won't bully you, let's have a good comparison!"

"Snapped!"

The pheasant slashed on the long wooden table, leaving a clear knife mark.

The shining long knife stood on it.

The other gangsters applauded at the same time when they saw this scene.

"Brother Pheasant is mighty!"

"Ha ha!"

"Brother Pheasant is awesome!"

Su Chen asked with a smile, "How to behave?"

Seeing that Su Chen wasn't frightened at all, Pheasant said calmly, "Let's come to three of the six assessments of the leader's assessment and ask for surrender, how about it?"

"Yes." Su Chen nodded.

"Boy!" Pheasant shouted.

The gangsters behind rushed into the front of the door, and after a while, a few gangsters came out with a few oil lamps, some came out with two large water tanks, and the rest came out with two large jars of wine.

"Boom!"

Two large jars of wine were placed heavily on the table, and several oil lamps were also placed on the table.

Pheasant narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The first level, toast."

"Not much to say, come on!"

As soon as Pheasant finished speaking, several gangsters lit the oil lamps and poured wine into the bowls.

The pheasant picked up a bowl, put it on the oil lamp, and waited quietly.

When the bowl was burning red, the fingers of the pheasant were red, and he drank it in one gulp.

"what!"

"This hot wine tastes good!"

Pheasant wiped his chin to wipe off the remaining liquor.

"How long have I been using it?" Pheasant turned around and asked.

"Brother Pheasant, it took you 3 minutes."

"Okay, please!"

"Follow the rules, at least 6 minutes."

Pheasant squinted slightly, staring at Su Chen.

Zhong Haishi's expression changed behind Su Chen.

There was even more turmoil in the live broadcast room.

"Hiss! How ruthless! Bake the porcelain bowl on the lamp for 6 minutes, the temperature must be [-] degrees?"

"What kind of arrogance is this? Isn't this embarrassing me, Brother Su?"

"Is it too dangerous?"

【Inspector Amin】: "That's it? That's it?"

"I heard from my master that there were many rules in Xiangcheng back then..."

"It's even more ruthless than this!"

[Aaron]: "Didn't you tell me what this pheasant is called? This is only a low-end version. If it is really a high-end version, it is really unimaginable!"

[Inspector A Ming]: "Drink hot wine, burn your fingers, these arena rules are really outrageous..."

[Aaron]: "Perhaps only those who can pass these challenges can be trusted by others?"

"please!"

The pheasant squinted and grinned to the ears.

The muscles on his body trembled, and the black dragon with the tattoo seemed to come alive, staring at Su Chen with a pair of pitch-black eyes, inexplicably horrified.

Zhong Haishi said in a low voice: "Brother Su, be careful, if it doesn't work, let's go to other gangs."

Su Chen chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "What are you afraid of?"

After finishing speaking, Su Chen took a step forward and took the wine bowl that the gangster handed over.

Put it firmly on the lamp oil.

"The time I spend here is twice as long as yours, right?" Su Chen asked.

"Yes!" Pheasant nodded happily.

"That's fine." Su Chen pulled out a bench, put it on his buttocks and sat up.

The faces of the gangsters around showed gloating expressions.

The temperature of the porcelain bowl will be heated up by the lamp oil. If Su Chen doesn't let go by then, a layer of his skin will be scalded off!

Pheasant sat directly on the long table, squinting at Su Chen.

"Actually, 6 minutes is very simple."

"One of the four big red sticks is a thick-bodied diamond mozhi, and a pair of fleshy palms can hold an iron wine glass for 10 minutes..."

"Let's change to porcelain ones. The difficulty is not a little bit worse."

Pheasant said with a smile, staring at the porcelain bowl in Su Chen's hand.

When he saw the porcelain bowl turning red, the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

Su Chen nodded, "It's a bit warm."

The hard horny expertise has improved Su Chen's "physical defense". The skin on his body is thicker, coupled with his high temperature resistance, the red porcelain bowl in his hand is almost as hot as ten degrees Celsius hot water.

(End of this chapter)