?18: Chapter 018 Four Heavenly Kings 18: Chapter 018 Four Heavenly Kings “Fuck, this is deadly.” Inside a small hotel in the kingdom of Asia within the month.

    A man with long hair picked up his trousers that had fallen to the floor and ran outside.

    “Damn old man, get me a fighter jet, the one with the strongest cruising capability.”

    “Everlasting Night, I’ll be at the Huaxia border in about an hour and a half, you fly the plane and take me to Jiangdu City.”

    “Xiao Fei, bring me to see the boss in an hour and a half!”

    After making three calls, Jun Tianzui finally wiped the sweat from his forehead.

    Jun Tianzui, one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings of Hell, codenamed The Unintoxicated King.

    It was destined to be no ordinary night, as all four renowned Heavenly Kings from the Mercenary Organization of Hell were mobilized.

    Suddenly, mercenary organizations and assassin groups worldwide went on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

    Even Heaven’s Judgment and Underworld River were no exceptions.

    It was known that any one of the Heavenly Kings could single-handedly destroy a large organization, and now that they were all in action together, who knew what significant events were occurring.

    Could it be that they were about to strike at some top organization?

    The whereabouts of the Four Heavenly Kings were not hard to track, but that was in their leisure time.

    Once the Four Heavenly Kings entered mission mode, one could forget about knowing what they were up to.

    Therefore, apart from those colossal entities, countless mercenary organizations, assassin groups, and Assassins Alliances stopped all missions that night and recalled their members to headquarters as much as possible to prevent an unknown crisis.

    After leaving the Eastern County Villa, Wang Dadong found a bar and shouted at the bartender, “Polish Distilled Vodka.”

    “Right away, sir.

    Just a moment,”

    The bartender was a woman, quite pretty, but at that moment, Wang Dadong only wanted to drink, so he didn’t even glance at her.

    A minute later, a half glass of Polish Distilled Vodka was placed in front of Wang Dadong.

    Wang Dadong picked up the glass and downed it in one go.

    “Sir, you, you can’t drink it like that!” The bartender was immediately startled by Wang Dadong’s action.

    Polish Distilled Vodka is one of the strongest liquors in the world, with an alcohol content of ninety-six percent.

    Drinking this kind of liquor was practically like drinking pure alcohol.

    Legend has it that just a sip would instantly dehydrate and numb your lips, and a single gulp felt like a punch to the stomach.

    Many in the bar ordered this type of vodka, but most did so for the thrill of ‘the world’s strongest’, and generally, they would just take a small sip and then give up.

    Obviously, the bartender’s words were already too late because Wang Dadong had already downed the half glass of Polish Distilled Vodka.

    This was a disaster; Yang Lan remembered clearly that the last person who drank like this had gone straight to the hospital due to stomach bleeding.

    “Refreshing!”

    Yang Lan was about to call someone to take Wang Dadong to the hospital, but Wang Dadong suddenly put down the glass, made a loud noise, and had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

    After savoring for about ten seconds, Wang Dadong looked at the bartender and said, “Another glass.”

    “You, what did you say?”

    “Did you not hear when I said another glass?” Wang Dadong frowned.

    At that moment, Wang Dadong was in an extremely bad mood, not because Lin Shiyan had slapped him, but because of that woman who smiled only at him.

    An intimidating chill seemed to radiate from him involuntarily.

    Under Wang Dadong’s gaze, Yang Lan felt a chill surge through her as if she were about to die.

    It was only when Wang Dadong looked away that Yang Lan felt drained, her delicate forehead now covered in sweat, and she hurried to get the drink.

    After another glass of Polish Distilled Vodka, Wang Dadong finally felt a bit better.

    Alcohol truly is a wonderful thing.

    I’m not saying it actually vanishes one’s troubles, but under its influence, people tend to see things through a more relaxed lens.

    Yang Lan’s eyes were so widened with shock that they nearly fell onto the bar counter as she looked at Wang Dadong as if he were a monster.

    Two glasses of Polish Distilled Vodka were equivalent to about half a jin of alcohol.

    Wang Dadong drank them down and still hadn’t collapsed.

    Could this man naturally be immune to alcohol?

    Of course, Wang Dadong couldn’t be immune to alcohol; otherwise, he wouldn’t be drinking.

    It’s just that his tolerance for alcohol far exceeded that of ordinary people.

    By the time Wang Dadong asked for a third drink, Yang Lan had already become numb.

    This time, Wang Dadong didn’t down his drink as he did the first two times.

    Instead, he lit a cigarette and slowly savored it.

    As the smoke swirled around him, Wang Dadong seemed to sink into his memories.

    “Pretty sister, will you be my master?”

    “Why should I be your master?”

    “Because you’re beautiful.”

    “It’s simple to become my disciple.

    You just need to make me laugh.”

    “Pretty sister, you smiled.

    You promised me you’d be my master.”

    ...

    “Qin, why are you so silly?

    I don’t care about age.

    Even if you were twenty, thirty, fifty years older, I would still love you the same.”

    “Dadong, you must be happy.

    If you dare to be unhappy, even in death, I won’t acknowledge you as my disciple.

    You need to live well with the share of life I’m giving you...”

    “I don’t want to be your disciple, Qin!”

    ...

    “One hour and fifty-nine minutes.

    Damn, at least I’m not late!” A man with long hair tied back suddenly appeared in the bar.

    The man sat down next to Wang Dadong.

    “What would you like to drink, sir?” the waitress asked politely.

    “What’s he drinking?”

    “Polish Distilled Vodka.”

    “Then bring two bottles.”

    Yang Lan was about to collapse.

    What was with these non-human beings tonight?

    She had already thought she was going mad when she watched Wang Dadong effortlessly down two glasses of Polish Distilled Vodka, and now here was someone even more extreme, straight up asking for two bottles.

    My god, do you think that’s water?

    But despite her breakdown, Yang Lan obediently brought over two bottles of Polish Distilled Vodka along with a glass.

    The man didn’t use the glass; he simply picked up a bottle and started chugging it down.

    After drinking half a bottle straight, the man finally turned to Wang Dadong and said, “Boss, what’s the rush for calling me here?

    Are we attacking Heaven’s Judgment or the Underworld River?

    I’ve been damn tired of them for a long time.”

    “Drinking.”

    “What?

    Boss, I didn’t hear you clearly,” Jun Tianzui thought he had misheard.

    “I said I called you here to have drinks with me and also to foot the bill,” replied Wang Dadong indifferently.

    Upon hearing Wang Dadong’s words, Jun Tianzui collapsed onto the bar counter.

    It wasn’t the 96-proof alcohol that intoxicated him, but the words of Wang Dadong.

    My god, he had flown half over Asia in a fighter jet, only to end up simply accompanying someone for drinks.

    “Look, boss, you can’t just play with people like this.

    I was in the middle of working out,” said Jun Tianzui with a mournful face.

    Wang Dadong’s lips curved into a sly smile, “No worries, you’ll get plenty of exercise in a bit, just worried that you might not have the stamina.”