"But...tomorrow night, I may not be able to bring you the kind of plants that have the vitality of animals."

Chen Yan had a troubled look on his face.

"Yesterday's conflict was so intense that those things didn't even leave complete bodies. I need to...pick them carefully."

As he spoke, he looked like he was thinking about adjectives, and then chose the phrase "choose carefully."

In the short period of two sentences, Gotlind had already imagined the scene when the dispute occurred last night:

Under the dim moonlight, various extraordinary beings entered the apartment. Bloody conflicts took place in the dark, narrow and cramped room. The ninja's knife cut through the space. There was no room to choose the direction of the cut. With one blow, blood flowed.

Butterflies flying...

"But I can still assure you that within three days at the latest, I will definitely deliver the complete [plant with animal-like vitality] to you."

Chen Yan added: "But there is no guarantee of life or death."

His assurance seemed to stimulate Gotlinde. She was a little thirsty, so she asked the bartender at the bar for a large glass of ale, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Tomorrow night, it will still be the same time, and it will still be the same booth."

Gotlinde staggered down from the high chair, put her hands into the pockets of the jacket of Byron Weiss's jacket that was worn backwards, and lowered her head, leaving only Chen Yan's back.

Chen Yan was in a good mood and even bought two glasses of ale: "Ogami, come on! I heard that the wine here only costs 2 pence and you can have unlimited refills. Although it is not very delicious, it is enough to celebrate.

"

The two men sat side by side on the high chairs. I don't know whether it was because the thick smoke in the air and the strong smell of alcohol covered part of the drinkers' body odor, or because they were used to the complex smell here.

I don't even feel that the air here is pungent anymore.

Ogami took a sip of the ale, then frowned: "This wine is definitely watered down...or maybe it's mixed with something else."

Chen Yan drank half of it before he couldn't help but spit it out and cursed: "This is fake wine blended with industrial alcohol! Is this what people drink? No wonder they can have unlimited refills!"

Ogami asked curiously: "Industrial alcohol?"

Chen Yan took a few sips on the ground, straightened his tongue that was stung, and said:

"Yes, unlike ordinary alcohol, industrial alcohol has a high ethanol concentration and contains methanol. It tastes like chili pepper water. After drinking it, you will be slightly poisoned and cause dizziness and headache."

Ogami said: "Isn't that just like the normal reaction after drinking alcohol?"

Chen Yan looked ugly: "Yes, so if drinkers don't know that there is such a thing as industrial alcohol, they will not think about it at all when drinking this kind of wine. They will only think that this stuff is very spicy.

After drinking it, you will feel more dizzy and refreshed."

He looked at the murky liquid in the wine glass in front of him.

"In addition to industrial alcohol, other things must have been added to it, so it tastes like ale."

The conversation between the two was unabashed, and Chen Yan's voice was very loud, which immediately attracted the attention of many drinkers, who began to carefully examine the wine in the glasses in front of them.

"If you drink too much of this fake wine, you may become dizzy and have a headache."

Chen Yan continued:

"Some people have very poor resistance to methanol. After drinking this stuff, they are likely to suffer from coma or even epilepsy."

An exclamation came from a booth not far away. The people around them had obviously experienced the symptoms described by Chen Yan.

"Different people behave differently when they drink fake alcohol. I have also seen some people who are mentally weak. After drinking this kind of stuff for a long time, they become suspicious, prone to fear, have a manic personality, have hallucinations, and become depressed."

As Chen Yan continued to narrate, the voices of the surrounding drinkers became quieter, and a depressing atmosphere spread among the small group of drinkers. This time, the symptoms in the description clearly hit the target of some people.

The bartender not far away saw this and walked to the other side of the bar without leaving a trace, which was the direction of the tavern's agent's office.

“In fact, the most obvious symptoms are the eye symptoms, because no matter what the physical condition, eye symptoms are almost the first to appear:

Dark shadows appear in front of the eyes, there is a strong flash of light when going from dark to light, blurred vision, pain in the eyeballs from time to time, photophobia... and in severe cases, blindness in both eyes."

More and more people are quieting down, not just the Aier people, but also the poor Ruk people, Goliath people, Rogni people...

Most of them have experienced one or more of the symptoms described by Chen Yan, but in the past they only attributed it to the dark work in the factory, and did not think of the alcohol -

Who could doubt the only thing in life that brings them happiness?

But the symptoms described by Chen Yan are so accurate. They have more or less experienced one or several of these symptoms, and they have obviously gradually worsened——

Their symptoms will become more or less intensified every time they drink alcohol.

In a moment, people in the fan-shaped area with Chen Yan as the dotted area - about forty to fifty square meters - fell silent, waiting for his words quietly.

As he kept talking, the silence continued to spread outside the fan shape.

"Actually, these are not the most terrifying things."

Chen Yan seemed to have completely ignored the changes in the surrounding environment and said:

"The bodies of other ethnic groups in the empire are somewhat different from our Asian bodies."

“Most of us, when drinking alcohol, will have physical reactions once we feel uncomfortable due to alcohol – vomiting, blushing, various body color changes, rashes on the body, etc.

.”

"Because we lack an enzyme in our body... you don't need to know what an enzyme is, you just need to know that it is precisely because we lack that enzyme in our body that we cannot break down alcohol. Once we drink more than we can bear,

, I felt all kinds of uncomfortable immediately.”

"Our bodies have a [safety valve] against alcohol."

Chen Yan seemed to be narrating a very common thing:

"But the sad thing is that except for Asians, other ethnic groups have that enzyme in their bodies to some extent."

"They have that enzyme that can break down alcohol, so most of them drink a lot, and can even drink all the time - a very small number of us can do it, because a very small number of Asians also secrete this kind of enzyme in their bodies.

enzyme."

"But the consequences of such heavy drinking can even be acute renal failure, which may lead to death due to respiratory failure!"

When he finished speaking, the drinkers behind him had completely quieted down.

There are too many people who drink to death, especially in the alcoholic Rat Alley. People usually throw the people who died the night before into the sewers to feed the rats, and will not have any sympathy for those people——

To a man who dies in alcoholic bliss, death is worth it.

But dying from alcohol and dying from fake alcohol are completely different things.

No one wants to be played like a fool.

It wasn't until the drinkers stood up that a voice appeared from the direction of the bar.

"You're farting!"

A blond Rook man wearing a black denim jacket, with a dark cyan tattoo on his neck, and earrings, who was obviously over two meters tall, came over with a few horse boys.

He looked at Chen Yan with a gloomy face, stretched out his index finger and pointed at Chen Yan's head:

"If I prove that my wine is real, I will beat you to death here today!"

This is Rat Alley, which even the Walker Street Police Department doesn't bother to manage. All kinds of conflicts can break out at any time. The strong man is smart enough. When he learned about this from the bartender, he had already thought of a countermeasure——

For people like Chen Yan who question the wine itself, there is no need to talk too much nonsense. It is enough to "show your attitude first" and then "prove with actions that there is no problem with the wine."

He reached out his hand to the inside of the bar, and the bartender immediately handed him a full glass of ale.

When Chen Yan saw this behavior, he began to look at his face.

When she saw his abnormal expression, Chen Yan's eyes flickered and she immediately understood what was going on with him.

Then the anger in his eyes disappeared, leaving only endless sadness.

The strong man, whose head was almost touching the ceiling, grabbed the wine glass without hesitation, raised his head and drank the wine.

Such a heroic move won applause from some drinkers.

There are always people who admire people who have courage, no matter where the courage is used.

He finished his drink, raised his glass, and shouted loudly to the drinkers around him:

"When doing business, you should be sincere! Our pub has not raised the price in more than ten years, and we have never chased away any drinkers! Our wine is fine!"

He handed the empty glass to the bartender:

"Come again!"

The cheers came one after another again. He drank three large glasses in a row, and his face was already red.

"Haha, I have nothing to say! Didn't you say there is something wrong with our wine if we drink too much? I drank too much today to show you! Show it to all the brothers! There is absolutely nothing wrong with our wine!"

The cheers grew louder and louder, and his "bold words" dispelled the doubts and concerns of some of the drinkers, so those people started drinking again while watching the excitement.

He drank a glass of wine and pointed at Chen Yan fiercely: "Pretend to be a ghost! See how I will beat you to death later!"

Chen Yan had no expression on his face and said nothing.

Ogami glanced at Chen Yan, who had no reaction, and immediately noticed the emotion in Chen Yan's eyes.

So he remained silent and just watched.

The strong man drank more than a dozen glasses of wine, then he pulled open his jeans, his face turned red, and he yelled:

“Our wine! It’s delicious!”

He stared at Chen Yan with bloodshot eyes:

"What else do you have to say!"

The atmosphere in the tavern reached a climax, and almost all the guests were staring at this small vacuum in the crowd, wanting to see how the tavern agent would kill the ignorant Asian guy in half a minute.

Chen Yan held out three fingers: "Three cups."

The drinkers looked at his actions, and some of the drunken ones even screamed with excitement, because no one had ever dared to provoke Big Tommy in the Mouse Lane Tavern like this.

"Don't say three cups, even thirty cups, I can drink it!"

The strong man drank another glass of ale and looked down upon Chen Yan amidst the roaring cheers and applause of the drinkers.

Just as he was about to speak, his whole body suddenly twitched, and he fell on the bar with a bloody head.

There was silence in the tavern for a moment.
Chapter completed!