I and My Nine Exquisitely Beautiful Masters' Wives

Chapter 23: Expired, Get a New Bottle

"Bro, what's wrong?" Han Chong asked, a bit confused.

Chen Xuan pointed at the "1982" label on the wine bottle and said, "This wine is expired. Get me a new bottle."

The waitress’s face turned red. After working here for so many years, it was her first time hearing someone say that a 1982 Lafite was expired.

Jiang Wushuang couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Han Chong’s mouth twitched. He patted Chen Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Chen Xuan, trust me, this wine isn’t expired. The older the wine, the better."

"Really?" Chen Xuan didn’t realize that, once again, he had inadvertently made a huge blunder.

After this small interruption, food and wine were served, and Han Chong, with his usual hearty personality, immediately pulled Chen Xuan into drinking.

As for drinking, Chen Xuan had no fear. When he was younger, Lin Suyi often made him soak in various medicinal wines to strengthen his body. As a result, he had developed immunity to alcohol early on.

Soon, three bottles of red wine were down, and Han Chong was already a bit drunk. But for Chen Xuan, he didn’t feel a thing. To him, this expired Lafite tasted no better than the medicinal wines his master’s wives made.

Seeing that Chen Xuan was completely unaffected, Han Chong, who had always been confident in his drinking capacity, felt a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to grab another bottle and challenge Chen Xuan, a series of cars suddenly raced up to the restaurant, surrounding it.

Men holding clubs appeared outside the restaurant. The scene looked like something straight out of a gangster movie—there were at least two hundred people gathered, all looking fierce and ready for a fight.

The customers dining in the restaurant were shocked and terrified.

Jiang Wushuang raised an eyebrow. At that moment, a muscular man, wearing a sleeveless shirt with arms as thick as an adult’s thigh, stepped out of one of the cars. Seeing this man, Jiang Wushuang’s face changed, and she hurriedly said, "This is bad. These are the people from the Little Knife Society. The ones who’ve been coming after you."

Before Chen Xuan could respond, Han Chong grabbed an empty wine bottle and stood up, saying, "Damn, how dare they mess with my brother Han Chong? Does the Little Knife Society not want to stay in Dongling City anymore?"

Chen Xuan’s eyes glinted coldly. It seemed the Wu family really wanted to go to war with him.

Just as the people in the restaurant were nervously watching the commotion outside, the muscular man led a few of his lackeys into the restaurant. "Little Knife Society business. Everyone unrelated, get out!" he barked.

As the henchman made this announcement, panic spread throughout the restaurant. Customers scrambled to flee. After all, the name "Little Knife Society" was infamous in Dongling City. They were notorious thugs.

In no time, the restaurant was nearly empty, leaving only Chen Xuan, Jiang Wushuang, and Han Chong.

The muscular man, seeing the three of them in the corner, flashed a sinister smile at Chen Xuan and said, "I heard you crippled Young Master Wu last night and took down over a hundred of Wu’s men. You’ve got guts. So, are you going to stand up and come with me, or do you want me to have my men break you first and carry you out?"

"Heh, you want to cripple my brother? Who the hell do you think you are?" Han Chong grinned maliciously, then swung the wine bottle he was holding toward the muscular man.

With a sharp crack, the muscular man caught the bottle with his bare hands, then squeezed it until it shattered. He coldly said, "You dare to attack me, Zhao Kui? You’ve got guts. Boys, go in and break them."

At Zhao Kui's command, the henchmen outside rushed into the restaurant, wielding sticks and clubs. They flooded the space, crowding the entire restaurant. One by one, they made their way toward Chen Xuan and his group.

"Damn..." Han Chong was about to grab another bottle and join the fray when Chen Xuan shot out like a bullet. It was as if he had turned into a wolf, attacking with extreme brutality.

Having fought against dozens of wild wolves in Taiping Village’s Wild Wolf Valley, Chen Xuan had learned an important lesson: when your opponent is a wolf, you have to be fiercer than a wolf. When your opponent is a tiger, you must be braver than a tiger. Once you strike, never give them a chance to counterattack.

Chen Xuan didn’t hold back. His body moved faster than the eye could follow, as he darted into the fray.