"Brother Tian, could it be that you...?" Liu Wenxing stared fixedly at the thin layer of blue flame, asking in astonishment.
"Wenxing, go light Mr. Jingxia's drink too, so it looks more like Hell Tequila," Lin Tian said coolly, ignoring Liu Wenxing's question.
Liu Wenxing was still in a daze, he uttered, "Oh," his mind not yet clear on what Lin Tian was planning. Scratching his head, he walked around the table and the crowd parted to give him way; Mr. Jingxia looked equally perplexed and did not stop Liu Wenxing's action.
Having successfully lit the drink across from him, Liu Wenxing circled back and asked again, "Brother Tian, what are you planning, you can tell now, right?"
"Of course, didn't Mr. Jingxia just challenge me too? I accept his challenge, but the drinking method must be changed—it is for both sides to drink down this chalice of burning Hell Tequila," Lin Tian said indifferently, as if discussing a simple matter.