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At this moment, ten contestants are already in place.

There were ten wine girls standing behind the stage, and there were also security guards standing erect on the sidelines, ready to call at any time.

The bar is well-equipped, and there are large screens in every corner showing the situation on the stage.

Each competitor is also required to sign an agreement before the competition begins.

The general content is that physical illness or even death caused by drinking has nothing to do with Longteng Bar.

"Life and death status? Heh."

Chen Xuan signed his name without hesitation.

"Brother Tiger! Brother Tiger!"

"Brother Hu Dionysus! Drink the others to death!"

The enthusiasm of the audience is high, and they have been looking forward to this weekend's game.

Chen Xuan looked at the tall man who was called Brother Hu. He was as his name suggests, with a thick back and a hulking waist.

He is very popular and should be a victorious general.

Chen Xuan judged that in all likelihood, he was the supporter of the competition.

The bar will definitely not give money to others for nothing in holding this competition. It must set up a trap to attract more people to participate while ensuring that the money will not be taken away by others.

"No matter what, just drink to the end, right?"

Chen Xuan said to himself.

Soon, the game started.

The staff asked all customers to put down their mobile phones and prohibit video recording.

All ten contestants hand in 100 yuan, and the current total bets are 1000 yuan.

There is a special person in the center of the table to collect money, and even the banknote detector is brought.

In addition, you can also choose to transfer money by mobile phone.

Chen Xuan used virtual cash, so he didn't feel bad at all.

After the staff confirmed that the wine bets were correct, each participant was assigned the first card.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Chen Xuan got a wild card in the first round.

This luck is simply not too good.

But Chen Xuan judged that these cards had been tampered with.

So he went deeper to see what the hell was going on in this bar.

Sure enough, what Chen Xuan drew in the first four rounds was only beer with a maximum of 6 degrees.

In other words, the purpose of the first few rounds is to reduce the difficulty and attract people to continue betting.

Off the court, Yang Chengcheng drank alone in her seat, she didn't care about the game at all.

Because as long as you are on stage, you basically won’t come down without spending thousands of dollars.

She just needs to sit and wait for the boss to split the commission.

Soon, the fifth round begins.

At present, the total bets on the field are 15000 yuan, which is worth 1500 yuan per person on average.

Finally, Chen Xuan got a J, which was the third strongest wine.

There is no name displayed on the cup, only a J card, 62 degrees, is written.

Chen Xuan swallowed it in one gulp, feeling nothing.

At this time, a bald man looked at the K card in his hand and waved his hand helplessly.

The K card is the strongest wine, and the one drawn is basically equivalent to losing the game.

This means that the 1500 yuan wine note handed in by the bald uncle is handed over to others, and he has to pay for the wine he drank during the five rounds.

At the same time, an old man with a beard vomited all over the floor and was immediately out of the game. Two security guards took him down.

The wine in this kind of competition is not only high in alcohol and not blended, but more importantly, it is drunk quickly and mixed.

As soon as the stamina comes up, you will vomit if you are unprepared.

Just like this, I drank it round after round, and finally came to the tenth round.

As of now, the wine note has a total of 35100 yuan.

And the people on the field were eliminated one after another, only Chen Xuan and Brother Hu remained.

The rest abandoned and vomited.

There were all kinds of vomit smells on the field, and the bar hurriedly called people to clean it up.

However, the entire audience was boiling.

Yang Chengcheng couldn't bear it either, who the hell is this Chen Xuan.