Douluo Jueshi: I can only explode the ring, all I can do is operate.

Chapter 303 Damn, Big Brother!

"In other words, the Sun Moon Empire is now a huge den of thieves, possibly harboring several evil soul masters or even more titled Douluo? It really is a cesspool."

"Well, now you have no choice but to move your great-grandfather ahead of time. By the way, there's a high chance your presence at the Chamber of Commerce will be exposed, but I'll handle things here myself. Here, take this."

While replying, Ning Wuyou took out a small box and handed it to Ning Wuque, adding:
"Inside here is an eighth-level soul tool made from the outer shell of a 30,000-year-old mining tortoise—the Black Iron Shield Wall. After you get out, take this and give it to that student in your academy named Beibei."

Remember, have him register the soul tool first, and then make sure to show it during the crucial matches. This will minimize any suspicion from the Sun Moon faction, understand?

"Okay, I understand. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now?"

"No rush, have a couple of drinks with me before you leave. It's not natural to come and go so quickly. I watched your match today, and if nothing unexpected happens, Xu Tianran's people will come to me soon to find out about you. We have to be careful and make sure you're slightly tipsy before you leave."

Ning Wuyou picked up the new wine glass and bottle beside her, filled them to the brim, and pushed them in front of Ning Wuque, while also filling her own glass.

As a shrewd businessman, he learned a lot from his father. Before Ning Tian awakened his martial soul, he was the one being groomed to be the young sect leader.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who's in charge anyway. If it weren't for his second brother being a Soul Master and his third brother being unruly since childhood, he wouldn't want to inherit this wretched position and end up like his father, sitting on it until his backside is worn out.

Being the sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is no easy task. If you're not capable enough, you might not even be able to find time to spend with your family!
The sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is the biggest businessman, and also the head of all the merchants in the sect, responsible for coordinating everything. He has so many things to worry about! Let whichever brother or sister wants this lousy position go.

"Brother, you really have a thoughtful and well-prepared plan. Let's have a couple of drinks before you go. Drinking won't have much of an impact."

"Okay, let's do it!"

"Dry!"

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Their glasses clinked together, and the two men each downed a glass in one gulp.

After a few rounds of drinks, neither of them, who were already slightly tipsy, used their soul power to expel the alcohol from their bodies. Ning Wuyou then started chatting casually:

"Speaking of Wuque, your sister-in-law got pregnant thanks to my hard work. What kind of Zhou gifts are you planning to send after your nephew is born?"

"Hmm? My sister-in-law is pregnant? Congratulations, brother! Haha, I knew nothing about this, but I'll definitely ask Tian'er how to prepare, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"I'm really looking forward to it. As the saying goes, it's not about the price of the gift, but about its appropriateness. Remember to tell my little sister not to prepare anything too expensive, otherwise I won't know how to reciprocate."

"What you're saying is true. Since we're family, of course we should prepare for the best. But we'll do as you say, brother. Don't worry, I'll make sure Tian'er keeps an eye on things."

"That's right, come on, have a couple more drinks. Your sister-in-law doesn't like me drinking, she even hates it. She used to drink tea instead of alcohol when she had social engagements. Sigh~ I guess I won't be able to drink again until my child is born."

"Fengmei and Tian'er don't like me drinking either, but they're not that strict. However, I do prefer tea. It's always good to be a little more sober. Come on, let's have another one!"

"Let's go!"

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"The target is out."

"He's drunk? He probably had a couple of drinks with Ning Wuyou and didn't use his soul power to counteract the alcohol."

"No abnormalities found, submit the report." "Speaking of which, things have been acting strangely upstairs these past two days; we've had so much more work these past few days."

"Who knows? That's a matter for those above us, it's none of our business. How about we go for drinks tonight?"

"Meat or vegetarian?"

"Of course it's vegetarian! What, do you want to wake up the next day and have half a month's salary and performance bonus deducted?"

"Then forget it, I'm not used to drinking vegetarian food."

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Ning Wuque didn't care about being spied on. Slightly tipsy, he staggered from Mingdu toward the venue. He didn't use his soul power to expel the effects of the alcohol, but simply cleaned up some of the odor on his body.

When he arrived at the venue, it was already 2 p.m., and the first match of the afternoon had just begun.

"Did your older brother go out for a drink with you?"

"It's just a little bit. You can't just talk about things without eating. It's not a big problem. I'll talk to you about it tonight."

With a wave of his hand, Ning Wuque squinted and lay down on the sofa, then casually changed his position and rested his head on Wu Feng's soft and plump thighs.

She would have draped her thigh over Ning Tian's shoulder, but she dodged it with a hint of disgust, got up, and sat back down next to Ning Wuque, her tone full of helplessness:

"Last time you said you only had two drinks, but you actually drank nine whole barrels of liquor with Long Aotian, Beibei, and that Yu guy. You're really something else!"

"Cough cough..."

Not far away, Bei Bei coughed softly and turned his back. He had also drunk too much that night. Fortunately, Zhang Lexuan didn't have much of a problem with his drinking, otherwise he would have been scolded.

Of course, despite the criticism, things remain the same; it can only be described as a hypocritical display of tolerance and understanding.

Lying on the sofa in the conference room, Ning Wuque turned over and buried his face in Wu Feng's stomach, closing his eyes to rest quietly. He then uttered a final sentence:
"Call me before the game starts or before you leave, I need to rest for a bit."

Soon after, Ning Wuque fell into a light sleep under the influence of alcohol.

Although he has difficulty falling asleep on his own, he can still use external aids to fall asleep and rest, and alcohol is one of them.

Ning Tian was aware of this, so although he complained a little, he still took out a blanket from his storage soul tool and covered Ning Wuque with it without disturbing him after Ning Wuque fell asleep.

Upon witnessing this scene, the others also voluntarily fell into a quiet atmosphere. Even if they wanted to talk, they would choose to chat quietly by the viewing platform, trying their best to let Ning Wuque rest for a while longer.

Time passed slowly in this light sleep, with one match after another starting and ending. Soon, the final match of the day began.

"The next match, the final match, will be between the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Iron Sword School!"

The referee announced the news, and at the same time, the two opposing players began to prepare.

(End of this chapter)