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

Chapter 108 It's Your Time

As time passed by, the expressions of the people around gradually changed.

The punks exclaimed in shock: "It's been 3 minutes, and it's on par with Brother Pheasant!"

"What's the origin of this kid? So tolerant?"

The 60 seconds passed quickly, and the dancing flames under the porcelain bowl in Su Chen's hand opened their teeth and danced their claws, heating up the temperature in the wine.

"4 minutes!"

"Is this guy's skin so thick?"

"Is this not afraid of being hot?"

Pheasant saw that Su Chen was still enduring, and couldn't help but put a smile on his face: "I have the ability."

"But it's not enough!"

Su Chen looked up at Pheasant and smiled slightly: "Six minutes, no more, no less."

"just wait."

After finishing speaking, Su Chen's expression was extremely calm, as if holding a glass of ordinary wine in his hand.

Pheasant's face twitched, and the black dragon tattoo on his body became even more ferocious.

When the time reached 5 minutes, everyone present was stunned.

They could see with naked eyes that the porcelain bowl was red and the wine was bubbling.

A strong aroma of wine permeated the air.

Pheasant's face completely changed, turning pale.

Su Chen persisted for 5 minutes, and it took 10 minutes to switch to him.

He can't hold it for 10 minutes!

Su Chen was still calm and calm, and his expression remained the same.

Now the temperature of this wine glass is just warm for him.

Zhong Haishi behind Su Chen's eyes widened, his flowing yellow hair was shaking, he was very excited.

Is Su Chen so powerful?

After another 60 seconds passed, Su Chen suddenly raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Su Chen let out a long breath.

A cup of warm wine enters the throat, and the taste is not bad.

Su Chen looked at the pheasant with a smile in his eyes: "It's your turn."

Upon hearing this, Pheasant's face turned pale, and he looked around hesitantly.

His little brothers are all staring at him.

He couldn't refuse, otherwise, it would be a big taboo in Jianghu to break his promise!
He gritted his teeth, picked up a wine bowl, sat on the bench, and held it up to the light.

The dancing firelight reflected the pheasant's face.

The black dragon tattooed on his arm became more ferocious.

The time passed by one minute and one second, and 4 minutes passed.

Feeling the temperature of the porcelain bowl in his hand begin to change, Pheasant's face turned a little pale.

Both hands began to tremble.

The temperature is getting higher and higher.

Su Chen narrowed her eyes and said, "Forget it, we will all be on the same boat from now on."

Hearing Su Chen's words, Pheasant's face turned ferocious.

"impossible!"

The veins in his hands were bulging, the backs of his hands were red, and he was holding the porcelain bowl tightly, refusing to let go.

Zhong Haishi looked at Su Chen in surprise, he was a little confused.

Why did Su Chen want to stir up the pheasant.

[Analyst Emperor]: "Did everyone understand Brother Su's operations?"

"If not, I'll explain it to you!"

"This wave! This wave is killing the heart!"

"Brother Su advised him to let go, no matter whether he let go or not, the result is the same."

"Put down the pheasant, this majesty is just farting, and Brother Su has also established his own prestige."

"If you don't let the pheasant go, then he will have to suffer from the burning of his palms. Brother Su can also stand up."

"Actually, the pheasant should have been put down when Brother Su said that. After all, the result is the same."

"In the arena, you must have your own prestige so that others don't dare to look down on you, otherwise it will be difficult to live in the future."

"It's not a bad thing for Ma Wei to Su Ge, on the contrary, it's a good thing."

Su Chen squinted slightly, looking at the pheasant.

He has persisted for 5 minutes, the porcelain bowl is red from baking, and his hands are shaking violently.

The body is even more crazy sweating.

The black dragon tattooed on his arm was even more angry and baring its teeth and claws.

Suddenly, the pained expression on Pheasant's face became slightly weaker.

Seeing the tattoo that seemed to be alive, Su Chen was slightly startled.

Only then did he think of the rumors he had heard.

Back then, there were rumors about tattoos.

Tattooing things on the body is equivalent to "inviting a god" to oneself.

If the tattooed person can make the god recognize him, he can let the "god" protect him in the dark.

On the contrary, disaster will happen.

The most famous ones are Tang Monk with tattoos, Nezha, Guan Erye who opened his eyes, Long... and so on.

At this moment, Su Chen realized that the black dragon tattooed on the arm of the pheasant in front of him was an arm-wrapped dragon, wrapped around his arm from his stomach.

Although this method of tattooing dragons is not as good as that of cross-shoulder dragons, it is not weak either.

You know, in Buddhism, the eight dragons are wrapped around the pillars.

This arm-wrapped dragon is similar to the eight dragons.

And from the looks of it, this pheasant is capable of subduing the black dragon.

Thinking about it, Su Chen shook his head slightly.

This kind of use of external force, after old age, when the "god" in the body cannot be subdued, disasters will occur.

"Huhu...huhu..."

The pheasant's eyes were blood red, and as it tightly held the porcelain bowl in its hand, a wisp of white smoke rose.

The smell of roasted flesh came out.

Everyone present was shocked.

"Brother Pheasant!"

"Brother Pheasant!"

The gangsters around all stared wide-eyed.

It's only 6 minutes now, just when Su Chen just ended.

The pheasant's body was already shaking non-stop.

"Bullshit!"

Suddenly, there was a loud roar.

Everyone was shocked.

Su Chen slowly turned around and saw the angry look on Mo Chongshan's face that he had seen last night.

A large bald head glistens in the sunlight.

"Boss Mo!"

"Boss Mo!"

"Boss Mo!"

All the four or nine boys at the entrance of the hall clasped their hands and shouted.

There were several people behind Mo Chongshan, all of them looked tired.

They just went to the Helian Press to make a delivery, and they didn't even have time to take a bite of the meal.

"Whose idea was this?" Mo Chongshan walked over and slapped the porcelain bowl from Pheasant's hand.

The pheasant cried out.

The scalding wine was splashed on the ground, making a hissing sound.

All the four or nine boys lowered their heads.

Mo Chongshan looked at the pale pheasant sitting on the bench.

"Is this your idea?"

"Yes..." Pheasant's hands were so hot that he couldn't feel it, and the younger brothers behind him hurriedly brought ice water.

Mo Chongshan was furious and his bald head was shiny.

He pointed at the pheasant and shouted, "Who gave you the guts!"

The fat old Mo was so furious that his eyes turned red.

Pheasant turned even paler when he saw that Mo Chongshan was so angry suddenly.

"He...he's just a red stick..."

There is a small voice in the back.

Mo Chongshan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Who said that, pump yourself fifty melons!"

A forty or nine boy from behind came out silently.

Then there was a "pop" and "pop" sound.

Pheasant also understood that he was not stupid.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Boss Mo, this time it's my fault!"

After finishing speaking, he knelt down in front of Su Chen and said loudly, "Brother Su, I'm not sensible, I'll give it back to you in the next minute!"

After finishing speaking, there were two thuds, and the pheasant kowtowed to Su Chen twice, and the scalp was worn away by the stones on the ground.

Su Chen smiled lightly: "It's okay, I understand the rules."

"Get out of here!" Mo Chongshan scolded Shan Ji without looking good.

The pheasant immediately got up and rolled back into the hall.

(End of this chapter)