He Ming immediately said.
"What IOU, what debt are you talking about?"
"Or do you think you can outdrink me and want to keep going? If you really want to continue, I'm game to the end."
He Ming's eyelids twitched.
It was proven that he was no match for Su Fan, and continuing to drink would only bring further humiliation to himself. Being embarrassed once was enough; if it happened again, he'd have to hide his face in shame.
"Kid, what the hell, I didn't bet anything with you, this is your trap, you're scamming."
"Today, I have to kill you no matter what."
"I'm going to show you how formidable I am."
As he spoke, He Ming took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Zhao Bro, I need your help with something."
"What, you're dining at Feng's Hotel? That's too much of a coincidence, I'm here too. I've gotten into some trouble; can you help me out?"
"OK, OK, OK, I'll wait for you on the second floor."
After hanging up the phone, He Ming's demeanor became extremely arrogant
