The barmaid smiled mysteriously, and her heart couldn't help but increase its anticipation for Ling Yun by a few more points. She turned around and opened the refrigerated liquor cabinet behind the bar, taking out two bottles of refrigerated vodka spirits, and then took out ten tall glasses from the cabinet below, dividing them into two rows and placing them on top of the bar, before opening one of the bottles of vodka and filling each of the ten cups with spirits.

The bald big man didn't move anywhere, but only waved towards a bearded big man behind Ling Yun, "San, you come and drink."

The bearded man saw the vodka spirits on the bar, his eyes had long been glowing with excitement, as soon as the bald big man's words fell, he took a few steps over, couldn't wait to grab a tall glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one go, thumping it with a crisp sound, placing it on the Purple Field Threaded Marble Bar, "Good wine!"

This a highball glass, at least filled with three taels of vodka, nearly 60 degrees of alcohol, was this big man a drink and did not change color? The bar immediately resounded with a warm roar of applause.

San looked at Ling Yun with a smug look, his big bushy hand stretched out, meaning, it was your turn to drink.

Ling Yun did not move to look at San, suddenly reached out and grabbed another bottle of unopened vodka, his thumb gently flicked at the bottle cap, and the sealed cork, which needed to be opened with a professional corkscrew, was ejected into the air with a loud bang, and a stream of boiling carbon dioxide gas bubbled out from the mouth of the bottle, showing the high quality of the pure and colorless original wine.

In full view of everyone, Ling Yun slowly stuffed the bottle into his mouth, the entire bottle of nearly two pounds of vodka spirits in the dark green transparent bottle disappeared rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, Ling Yun did not make the slightest sound of swallowing, not even the undulation of his abdomen, as if he was just smelling the aroma of the wine in general, his face was always full of blandness, without the slightest change.

Except for the still-powerful rock music, all other sounds in the bar fell silent. Everyone was staring daggers at Ling Yun, their hearts involuntarily turning a thought, is this teenager a human being or an alcoholic?

Nearly sixty degrees of vodka has always been known for its ferocious flavor, powerful nose, and fire-like stimulation. Common people only need to sip a mouthful, that is to say, to reminisce for a long time to suppress the strong strength of alcohol. Even those who often drink the ability to drink a cup for time to ten minutes, such as San mouth drinks three or two cups of vodka spirits still face, has been said to be extremely rare The wine experts, the ordinary people have difficult seeing the back of its neck.

As for Ling Yun, that simply can not be called human ......

After all the vodka spirits disappeared into Ling Yun's mouth, the teenager then removed the empty turquoise bottle from his mouth, the mouth of the bottle drooping downwards, not a single drop of liquid coming out of the empty bottle.

"Still competing?" Ling Yun said softly, smoothly placing the empty bottle on the bar.

The bald man stared at Ling Yun dead on as if he wanted to see a flower on Ling Yun's face, his fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again. After half a second, he finally said with a grayish face, "We can't out-drink you, you win."

"Thank you for advancing the money for my drinks." Ling Yun said courteously. Completely ignoring the eyes of the several big men who were strong enough to kill, he then turned his head to the barmaid and said indifferently, "Have I passed my test? Ma'am?"

The bar woman had her head lowered as if she did not know what to think, only after hearing Ling Yun's question did she raise her head and say with a slight smile, "Little brother is indeed capable, I admire you, you come with me." With that said, the barmaid called over a waiter to come and watch the stage, and then led Ling Yun towards the hallway, where there was a secret door that ordinary drinkers were not allowed to enter unless they were inside the bar.

A burly man stared at Ling Yun's back, grimacing as he was about to reach into his arms. However, his shoulder was immediately slapped heavily by the bald man, and another large, powerful hand pressed down on his hand that was already halfway into his arms before pulling his hand out.

The pugilistic man looked at the bald big man in shock, "Why are you stopping me?"

The bald big man's face was grave, "I can't see through that kid, I always feel that there is something weird about him somewhere, it's better not to invite trouble."

The barmaid led Ling Yun around a few tables and stopped at the dark door of the building, "Little brother, I'll have to trouble you to go in by yourself."

Ling Yun glanced at the bar girl, gently unscrewed the handle on the secret door, and stepped inside with one foot.

Behind the dark door was a narrow and dark stairway, barely able to accommodate two people walking side by side toward it. The stairs spiraled downward without a trace of light, and one could only walk down one section at a time with the feeling of one's feet. I don't know how deep the staircase extends into the underground, it seems that this night bar has another mystery. At least this dark door that looks like just a small warehouse is a false decoration, Ling Yun thought darkly.

His eyesight was no longer hindered by the darkness, and even in a sealed space where there was no light to be gathered, Ling Yun was still walking in daylight. However, just to be on the safe side, Ling Yun still released his senses and circled down to explore, he was not afraid that someone would suddenly ambush him under the stairs, this was simply a good habit that he had developed in the fifth layer of the Boundary.

The dark door had already been closed heavily when he first entered, and Ling Yun also heard the sound of a paddle on the lock.

After rotating down a few flights of stairs, Ling Yun arrived at the entrance to the passageway at the end of the stairs, when his eyes lit up and his vision opened up. Under the illumination of the white wall lamps, two black suits dressed as brawny men stood on both sides of the closed double-open mahogany Dozer gate, their height of over one meter nine and three hundred pound bodies resembling two pylons of door gods.

Ling Yun had just walked over, when the pugilist on his left reached out to stop him and said in a low voice, "Sir, please search!"

Ling Yun was stunned, then raised his arms high in the air in an understanding manner, the pugilist searched his entire body carefully before nodding. The other pugilist then pushed open the door on the right side, allowing Ling Yun to walk in.

"Still a fledgling by the looks of it? Not much grease to be had!" The right pugilist said.

"Hell, other than a suit of clothes, I froze and didn't touch anything he was carrying, not even a dime." The pugilist on the left said with a frown.

"So what was he doing in here?" The pugilist on the left asked

............

What met Ling Yun's eyes was a wide hall of thousands of square meters, with a drop of up to five meters in the ceiling hung with dozens of hemispherical crystal chandeliers of colored glass, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime. The entire hall was divided into four parts by translucent partitions, and what Ling Yun saw in front of him was a gambling hall, with more than a dozen croupiers staggered on the scarlet carpet with exquisite patterns. They were Baccarat and Blackjack and Roulette respectively, and each table was surrounded by dozens of gamblers, many of whom were holding thick chips in their hands, watching the reels in front of them intently and placing bets from time to time.

The sound of betting, the sound of cheering and the excited shouts of gamblers winning or losing came continuously, stimulating everyone's eardrums, and quite a few gamblers had already reddened their eyes, roaring madly, as if the next moment they would jump onto the betting table, wantonly venting their out-of-control emotions that had risen and fallen from heaven to hell or from hell to heaven. But often, not far behind such gamblers, there stood at least two big men in black suits with bulging and protruding waists.