Chapter 18: Men Are All the Same!

At that moment, Lin Beifan pointed at Ye Xingchen and announced loudly, "This is my good brother! Whoever takes good care of him tonight will be handsomely rewarded!"

He Xiuwen echoed with a grin, "That's right! And the bonus is on me!"

Hearing this, the young models' eyes sparkled.

They turned to look at Ye Xingchen.

Although he was just a bodyguard, his tall, imposing figure, sharp features, and the aura of a hardened warrior made him incredibly attractive.

Without hesitation, two young models rushed over.

"What's your name, handsome?"

"Come, have a drink with me!"

Ye Xingchen suddenly caught a strong whiff of perfume.

His eyes swept over the two women.

They had layers of heavy foundation caked onto their faces, and their surgical enhancements were painfully obvious.

Ye Xingchen, the once-feared God of War, had never associated with women of this caliber.

Even noblewomen who had begged to warm his bed had failed to win his favor.

Now, being surrounded by these two, he felt utterly repulsed and deeply uncomfortable.

He immediately tried to escape. "Mr. Lin, I'll pass!"

But Lin Beifan simply waved him off. "Just enjoy yourself! Don't be shy with me—relax and have fun!"

He Xiuwen laughed heartily. "That's right! If you're a man, sit down and take it like one!"

To maintain Lin Beifan's trust, Ye Xingchen reluctantly endured.

He sat stiffly as the two women clung to him, boldly taking advantage of him.

Lin Beifan, sitting beside him, was thoroughly entertained.

The mighty God of War, reduced to this?

A rare sight indeed!

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At that moment, He Xiuwen raised his glass. "Brother, let's have a toast!"

Just as Lin Beifan was about to refuse, Liu Rumei—who had been sitting beside him—snorted coldly.

"My boss has work tomorrow morning. No drinking tonight. Otherwise, he might make mistakes!"

Lin Beifan nodded instantly. "That's right! I have important business tomorrow. Can't drink!"

He Xiuwen looked crestfallen. "Come on, man! You come to my bar, don't take women, and now you won't even drink? What's the point of that?! If word gets out, I'll be humiliated!"

Lin Beifan thought for a moment.

Then, he turned to Ye Xingchen with a mischievous smile. "How about my brother Ye drinks in my place?"

He Xiuwen brightened up. "Brother Ye? That works!"

He raised his glass again. "Come on, Brother Ye! I'll toast to you first!"

Ye Xingchen's face darkened. "Mr. Lin, this isn't appropriate. I still have to drive later."

Lin Beifan grinned. "No worries, I'll drive. But you must drink! Don't kill the mood!"

Ye Xingchen hesitated briefly, then relented.

I'm already deep in enemy territory. What's a few drinks?

Besides, I never get drunk!

Back in the day, when my battle-hardened brothers drank against me, they all fell before I did!

With that thought, he picked up the glass and downed it in one go.

He Xiuwen laughed in satisfaction. "Good! Another round!"

He quickly poured more wine.

Lin Beifan sat back, watching with amusement.

Then, a thought occurred to him.

"By the way, System, if I make a wish, which protagonist gets double the effect? Or does it apply to all of them?"

Ding! The protagonist closest to the setting of the 'Heaven's Path' will be affected first. This ensures convenient face-slapping!

Lin Beifan's smile deepened.

"Perfect!"

"I wish that if I drink tonight, I'll instantly get drunk—wildly excited and completely out of control!"

Ding! Wish granted!

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At that moment, Ye Xingchen downed another glass.

Suddenly, his head spun.

"What's wrong with this wine…? Why does everything feel…?"

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

"Impossible. I'm the God of War—I never get drunk…!"

The next time he opened his eyes, they had turned slightly red.

His face was flushed, his breath hot and heavy.

A manic excitement surged through him.

He grabbed a bottle, poured drinks for everyone, and shouted loudly.

"Drink! Keep drinking! Anyone who refuses is a coward!"

He Xiuwen's eyebrows shot up.

He glanced at Lin Beifan, then grinned. "Your brother is pretty interesting!"

Then, he raised his glass. "Drink!"

And so, the drinking battle began.

Red, white, and yellow liquors—all poured freely.

No one backed down.

Glass after glass. Bottle after bottle.

In just a few minutes, the table was littered with empty bottles.

He Xiuwen finally collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his bloated stomach.

He waved weakly. "I'm done! You go ahead—ugh…"

Ye Xingchen scoffed in disdain. "Pathetic! And here I thought you could hold your liquor!"

The two young models beside him giggled in admiration.

"Oppa! You drank so much, and you're still fine! So manly!"

"I love you, Oppa!"

Ye Xingchen laughed crudely. "Haha! I'm even braver in bed!"

His hands became very dishonest, shamelessly groping the two women.

Liu Rumei, watching from the side, wrinkled her nose in disgust.

She then turned to glare at Lin Beifan.

"Tch! Men are all the same!"

Lin Beifan, who had been silently sipping his drink, choked on his wine.

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