He said "never fights", but in fact he started fighting when he was seven or eight years old. The number of fights was probably more than the number of exams. At this time, he gently unbuttoned the collar of his school uniform and pulled it off casually.

Pulling his somewhat messy hair and raising his eyes, the fierce aura of years of fighting immediately hit his face.

He stepped forward and grabbed Han Hu's collar, reached out and patted his cheek, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said coldly: "Master Hu, right? We are reasonable people. Since you said you want to be friends with me,

, is this how you make friends? You can’t even drink half a bottle of wine to show your face? "

Han Hu is 1.7 meters tall and weighs nearly 150 kilograms, but Qin Ke actually lifted him up with one hand.

Qin Ke, who had loved sports since he was a child and often fought, was as strong as a student specializing in sports. What's more, now that his sports level has been upgraded to LV4, his strength has increased by 33%.

Han Hu was just a little gangster who bullied good and was afraid of evil. He didn't even dare to carry a folding knife with him. At this time, he was completely frightened by the alcohol. How could he have the courage to fight back? His face was slapped.

However, he smiled and nodded: "Drink, drink!"

Only then did Qin Ke put him down. Han Hu picked up the half-cut beer bottle with jagged edges with trembling hands, carefully drank all the beer, and then said with a flattering smile: "Drink all, Master."

Qin Ke picked up the remaining bottle of beer on the table and knocked half of the bottle away with an inch of force. He raised his eyebrows at the other five gangsters and said, "Get three more bottles of beer."

Those gangsters were frightened by his gaze and were a little weak. They honestly took three bottles of beer. Qin Ke followed the same method and blasted the top half of the bottles. Then he nodded at the half-bottles of beer and said, "Treat me as a friend.

Half a bottle per person, dry them up."

Several gangsters could see clearly from a close distance this time, and they were all secretly speechless. They thought that if this kid punched them, they would probably break a few of their ribs. How could they dare to say "no" at that moment?

He drank the beer with a grimace. One gangster was so nervous that his lip was cut open by the broken pipe, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

He didn't dare to say anything and swallowed the blood into his stomach.
Chapter completed!