The Strongest Medical Immortal in the City

Chapter 142 I'll Drink With You!

"Brother Chen, I..." The big man showed a bitter face.

Fang Chuan took a step forward, looked at Brother Na Chen, and asked, "What kind of **** you are, Brother Chen, insisting that my friend accompany you to drink?"

"Oh, brothers, we met Big Brother!" Brother Nachen didn't put Fang Chuan in his eyes at all, and laughed at the others.

"Haha, this is the first time I've seen anyone talk to Brother Chen like this."

"act recklessly."

"Brother Chen, not only will there be women playing tonight, but also men will play, so play him well!"

The rest of the people, one by one, are the rich second generation of Chishui County, and they have a lot of money in their hands, and they often do evil things.

After hearing Fang Chuan's words, several people immediately flexed their hands and cast malicious eyes at Fang Chuan.

"Am I asking you?" Fang Chuan asked lightly.

"My him. Mom is!"

Brother Na Chen's face changed and he was furious, and he smashed the cup in his hand to pieces. He didn't know where he grabbed a knife, and he stabbed Fang Chuan with a single knife.

When Fang Chuan saw it, he knew that this person had always treated others as a child's play, and he was a heinous person who would use his sword and gun if he didn't agree with him.

He raised his hand to grasp, grabbed the handle of this brother Chen, and then gently pushed, then brother Chen was pushed to the point of throwing several somersaults.

"Mom. I'm looking for something!"

"Brothers, come on!"

The few people who were eating with Brother Chen met, grabbed the wine bottle, and rushed in front of Fang Chuan.

"Stop it!" Brother Na Chen shouted, making everyone stop.

Brother Chen grinned, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, very good! Your kid has a kind, even He Chen dares to move me, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Fang Chuan shook his head, "However, I don't want to know, so I will ask you, what qualifications do you have to force others to drink with you?"

He said again: "Do you like to drink? Come, let me drink with you!"

With that, he walked forward.

"Brother Chen?" One of them looked at He Chen, hoping that he would make up his mind.

He Chen waved his hand and said, "This person likes to pretend. Force, I'll see how he pretends. But, what are you drinking with me? You deserve it too?"

He took out his cell phone and looked at Fang Chuan and said, "Are you good at making calls? Okay, I'll call someone to see how well you can make calls."

"You fight, I'll wait." Fang Chuan sneered.

Without saying anything, He Chen dialed the number and said, "The third child, call me a few cars. I'm here at Tongshi Hotpot. Someone wants to hit me."

After a few words, he hung up the phone, then pointed to Fang Chuan and said, "You wait for me."

It turned out that He Chen is not stupid, and he can tell at a glance that Fang Chuan is a powerful character, so he doesn't let his friends do it.

These friends of him are all rich second-generation, and any one of them has a problem, and it will not affect him badly.

Therefore, he had to stabilize Fang Chuan and call someone to come and clean him.

He Chen has been able to spend so long in Chishui County, he still understands these principles.

"The call is over?" Fang Chuan smiled, then walked over, grabbed He Chen's hand, dragged it hard, and put He Chen's hand on the hot pot.

He smiled and asked, "Do you want me to press your hand down, or drink?"

"Drinking!" He Chen was taken aback, tried to withdraw his hand, but still couldn't do it. He gave in quickly and chose to drink.

Fang Chuan pushed He Chen onto the chair, picked up the two bottles of Wuliangye on the table, and handed a bottle to him: "You have one bottle and I have one bottle. If you don't finish it, you know the consequences."

"You--" He Chen was also frightened. He also had a catty or two of alcohol, but he couldn't drink a catty in one breath.

Fang Chuan didn't say anything, but he drank the bottle of Wuliangye, then he looked at He Chen fiercely: "Drink!"

"Yes, yes!" He Chen nodded hurriedly, thinking, to bear with him first, wait for his own people to come, and then care about him.

So, he quickly drank a pound of Wuliangye.

As soon as he drank it, he felt his stomach was as uncomfortable as a knife was scraping, his whole body was spinning, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

"Come again!" Fang Chuan's cold voice sounded, and he placed a bottle of wine in front of He Chen.

He Chen was terrified when he saw it. If he drinks another bottle, he will probably be gone.

He sat down on the chair and waved his hands in panic: "No, it's not coming!"

"Didn't you find someone to accompany you to drink?" Fang Chuan sneered, walked over to grab He Chen's cheeks, and poured into his mouth.

Cuckoo...

In a blink of an eye, he drank a bottle of wine, and He Chen stubbornly broke free of Fang Chuan, rushing into the toilet, vomiting violently and vomiting bile.

"Go, pull him out!" Fang Chuan waited for a while and ordered the big man named'Big Bear' before.

This big man was already scared to pee, so he ran to him quickly and dragged He Chen, who was about to lose consciousness.

"Don't you like drinking?" Fang Chuan smiled, picked up another bottle of wine, glanced at the others, and said: "I will let you have a good drink, and I will drink with you!"

As he said, he grabbed He Chen's cheeks and poured a bottle of wine down.

At this moment, He Chen's face suddenly became pale, and his whole body curled up on the ground, shaking constantly, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"President Fang, don't kill anyone!" Lu Hua was surprised when he saw it.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!" He Chen's people met and ran over quickly, hugged He Chen, and went to see He Chen's breath.

This probe scared that person to sit on the ground!

He Chen's breathing was almost gone. He poured three kilograms of high-concentration liquor in one breath, and Bacchus vomited blood.

He is dying!

"Brother Chen was killed by this man!" The man screamed, his face turned pale, and quickly backed away: "Now you are dead, you are dead!"

"Dead?" Fang Chuan smiled faintly, "If I want him to die, he can die. If I don't let him die, he can't die!"

As he said, he stepped forward and patted He Chen's stomach a few times, and a rush of true aura spread over, dissolving the wine in He Chen's stomach at once.

He Chen was suddenly awakened by the gas in his stomach, and he hurriedly vomited in the toilet, making his whole person weak.

He dragged his steps, trembling all over, no longer the momentum he had just now.

He pointed to Fang Chuan: "You, you... you bastard, I must, I must die!"

"It seems you haven't had enough." Fang Chuan said, grabbing another bottle of wine and walking towards He Chen.

When He Chen saw it, his face suddenly changed. Now his stomach acid is almost gone, so he dare to drink.

When the rest of the people saw it, Fang Chuan's previous sentence came to mind, and he should die before he can die.

They suddenly felt that Fang Chuan was the embodiment of the devil.

At this moment, a dozen people rushed in and shouted, "Brother Chen, here we are!"