In front of Qi'er, of course, it wasn't appropriate to beat up Su Yang directly, so they decided to take a softer approach by getting him drunk. Once he was drunk, everything would be settled.
Su Yang remained composed; he could obviously see through their intentions. But, was this tactic really going to work?
He Liang brought out a few wine glasses and poured three shots of white liquor, saying with a laugh, "Young man, it's our custom here to 'drink less, pour more.' The more you drink, the more respect you show us. How about this—I'll drink one shot, and you down these two. That would be showing us some face, right?"
Su Yang glanced at the three shots of white liquor; one bottle had only filled three glasses. In other words, drinking two glasses meant he would have consumed six to seven ounces.
A normal person drinking in this manner would probably collapse on the spot. Even someone with a high tolerance wouldn't be able to withstand such a challenge.
