Global Dungeon: My Support Is Too Strong

After another three glasses of wine, Lu Benwei felt a little dizzy and could not stand still.

Zhang Minghua laughed in a teasing manner.

"Lu Benwei, you really have a good tolerance for alcohol. You drank half a carton in a row, right?" Zhang Minghua complimented on purpose.

"Enough!" Fan Peng and Yang Xiaofei said at the same time.

"Zhang Minghua, that's enough. It's fine as long as you've expressed your intentions." Yang Xiaofei's heart ached as she tried to persuade Zhang Minghua.

On the side, Fan Peng put his hand on Lu Benwei's shoulder and said, "Lu Benwei, that's enough. If you can't drink it, don't drink it."

Lu Benwei's lips curved up slightly and he patted Fan Peng's hand.

Seeing Yang Xiaofei speak up for Lu Benwei, Zhang Minghua felt sour and angry.

"Xiaofei, it's not easy for you to come back. Lu Benwei and I are happy!" Zhang Minghua said as he patted Lu Benwei's shoulder.

"Lu Benwei, don't you think so? Come, Li Wei, go and get another carton."

"Alright!" Then, Li Wei carried a box of liquor over.

Fan Peng, who was at the side, saw this and his face turned green. His legs were cramping. One carton contained a total of six bottles. They wanted them to drink to their deaths.

"Fan Peng, do you still want Lu Benwei to drink it for you?" Zhang Minghua said with a smile.

Before he finished, Lu Benwei drank three more glasses of wine.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Many students could not stand it anymore and tried to persuade Zhang Minghua. "That's enough. It's enough that you've expressed your meaning."

Zhang Minghua's voice unconsciously rose a few octaves as the effects of the alcohol kicked in.

"What do you guys know? I'm just teaching him the principles of society. In society, if you want to get power and money, you have to know how to drink! How do you think my pigs are sold? It's all because my father and I drank glass after glass at the bar."

Although Lu Benwei looked dizzy, the bloodline power in his body was helping him to catalyze the alcohol. The previous few glasses of wine were no different from plain water.

"Come, Lu benwei, let's drink!"

"Come, drink!" Lu Benwei laughed.

This time, everyone's expression changed. Lu Benwei was completely overconfident.

Yang Xiaofei started to persuade Lu Benwei. "That's enough, Brother Lu. Stop drinking. You can't win against him."

Everyone started to persuade Lu Benwei to drink less. However, he did not stop and continued to drink with Zhang Minghua.

Everyone was tired of persuading him, and their sympathy for Lu Benwei gradually turned into numbness, and in the end, it became disdain.

"Let's go. Don't bother about him. This kind of person is just a drunkard."

"Stay away, stay away. When you drink too much, you'll go crazy again. You'll vomit and have diarrhea again. Don't get it on your body in the end."

"Sigh, I didn't think that Lu Benwei, the only top student, would be played by Zhang Minghua. It seems like he has really become a fool from studying too much."

Zhang Minghua was very proud when he heard everyone's ridicule.

Yang Xiaofei's sympathy at the beginning also turned a bit dull.

Zhang Minghua was even more pleased with himself. He whispered to Li Wei, "People like him will go crazy when they drink too much. I'll stimulate him later. I'll make him take off his pants and pee in front of Yang Xiaofei."

After Li Wei heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up."Minghua, you're still better. What if he falls asleep right away?" he asked, suddenly stunned.

When Zhang Minghua heard this, he gave Li Wei a hard slap on the face. "Stupid, use your pig brain. When he's asleep, you can make an excuse to send him home. Then, find a random trash can and stuff him in it to take a few photos."

Zhang Minghua revealed a sinister smile.

"When the time comes, I'm going to spread his ugly photos all over the city. I'll let all our students know that the top scorer of the martial arts examination in Hai Province isn't as good as me, a pig seller."

"Minghua, you're really awesome!" Li Wei gave him another thumbs up.

Zhang Minghua turned his head and said to Lu Benwei, "Come, Lu Benwei, let's drink!"

As a rich second generation, Zhang Minghua had many fair-weather friends. Sometimes, he would follow his father to social events.

Therefore, in terms of alcohol tolerance, Zhang Minghua might not be able to compare to those old foxes, but he would not lose to anyone in his age group.

However, Lu Benwei was different. The two origin-level bloodlines in his body could help him catalyze the alcohol. Hearing Zhang Minghua's ridiculous thoughts, Lu Benwei sneered in his heart.

"Come! Zhang Minghua, let's drink!"

After that, he drank a few glasses, and the bottle of white wine was finished. Fan Peng could not stand it anymore. He took a glass and was ready to help Lu Benwei.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and heard Lu Benwei's voice.

"Fan Peng, I'm fine! As for you, if you fall, I'll have to take care of you."

Fan Peng's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. It was a mental conception, and only when one party's mental attribute was an order of magnitude greater than the other party's, at least several times, would it produce such an effect.

However, Lu Benwei was the same age as him, so how much higher could his level be? With a trace of suspicion, Fan Peng retreated.

At this moment, Lu Benwei and Zhang Minghua continued to drink. Lu Benwei drank two cartons while Zhang Minghua drank about one and a half cartons.

Although there was a gap between the two, their alcohol tolerance had indeed shocked many people. Zhang Minghua was starting to get a little tipsy.

Seeing this, Lu Benwei deliberately provoked him. "Zhang Minghua, drink less if you can't finish it. How about this, I'll drink one glass, and you can drink half."

Zhang Minghua was a little angry and pinched his thigh. "F*ck, I don't believe I can't win against you in drinking."

The toasts came one after another, and even Zhang Minghua was dumbfounded. Lu Benwei's face was a little red, but he did not faint. As for Zhang Minghua, the wine was about to overflow from his throat.

Seeing this, Li Wei stepped forward and took over Zhang Minghua's relay baton, then launched an attack on Lu Benwei.

Soon, Li Wei also lost and went to the toilet several times. Seeing this, Zhang Minghua's other fans also joined the battle.

Another carton of wine was finished, and Zhang Minghua's side poured out a large amount of wine. A bunch of people filled the toilet in the hall.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Benwei did not even take a bite of the peanut with his chopsticks. He even said, "Zhang Minghua, you've been in society for so long, but your alcohol tolerance is still not as good as mine, a student."

Zhang Minghua was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. His drunkenness and anger immediately rose in his heart.

"Lu Benwei, you're a bully!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Benwei shrugged his shoulders and said innocently.

"You clearly know how to drink. Why did you say you didn't know how to drink in the beginning?" Zhang Minghua pointed at Lu Benwei's nose and shouted.