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Soon, the waiter brought over two glasses of baijiu (Chinese liquor)!

He Wentao and Zhou Yi exchanged a surprised glance.

They never expected Chen Bo to pull this stunt.

In this way, the champagne they bribed the waiter to prepare especially for Chen Bo became useless.

Chen Bo picked up two glasses of baijiu and handed one to He Wentao.

"People from the Dragon Kingdom drink Dragon Kingdom wine!"

"She was just telling me not to be so stingy!"

He Wentao could no longer hide the anger in his eyes.

Fuck!

If only I had known, I would have put the ingredient in the liquor.

Why bother with champagne!

Who would drink this stuff?!

With the atmosphere built up, He Wentao couldn't refuse, so he picked up the baijiu and drank it all in one gulp.

He was furious that he hadn't managed to get back at Chen Bo.

After finishing his liquor, he turned and left without saying a word.

"I'm going to see him!" Zhou Yi said, quickly following He Wentao's steps.

After walking for a while, she spoke.

"Wen Tao!"

"What's wrong?" He Wentao asked with a stern face.

Zhou Yi said gently,

"Actually, Chen Bo is a pretty good person, he just has a sharp tongue sometimes. I think you should just let things go between you two!"

He Wentao stopped and looked coldly at Zhou Yi.

"You'd better not interfere in my business with him. We can talk about other things, but I have to give Chen Bo a good beating."

After all, Chen Bo had already humiliated him three times.

Once or twice is one thing, but this is three times!

Do you understand the saying "things shouldn't happen more than three times"?

He couldn't swallow this insult.

Xia Nanqing, who had witnessed Chen Bo's underhanded tactics, clicked her tongue in amazement.

"You're so mean! What did you put in his glass of liquor? I saw that white powder!"

Chen Bo said righteously,

"Hey, hey, I'm a gentleman. I wouldn't do anything underhanded. Don't talk nonsense!"

Xia Nanqing chuckled softly, "A gentleman? What gentleman carries around some unknown white powder? And of course you weren't doing anything behind anyone's back; you were doing something openly."

Chen Bo shrugged and spread his hands. "Anyway, no one's going to die!"

This is the "Unstoppable Flow!" item he just redeemed in the Lazy Fishing Shop using 10 Lazy Fishing Points.

As the name suggests, this is a laxative.

As for the effects of the medicine, Chen Bo didn't pay much attention; he only noticed three words.

Extremely powerful.

Chen Bo was about to pour out the glass of champagne that He Wentao had brought over.

His hand was just about to touch the glass of champagne.

But it was picked up by another hand.

"Brother Bo, that kid's causing you trouble again? Want me to teach him a lesson?"

After Bai Mao finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the glass of champagne in one gulp.

Chen Bo was stunned.

"Why... are you drinking my champagne!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't drink it? I saw it all. You've never drunk it before, so what are you afraid of!" White Hair smacked his lips.

"Indeed, this stuff tastes like urine. Our Dragon Kingdom's wine is much better!"

Chen Bo patted the white-haired man on the shoulder.

"You don't need to teach that kid a lesson, but I suggest you go to the hospital and make an appointment first!"

"Damn, Brother Bo, are you calling me crazy?"

"It might not be there now, but who knows what will happen later!"

.......

Soon, the party officially began!

He Wentao and Bai Zhirui, the hosts of the gala, stood on the stage in high spirits.

The party, which brings together half of Guangzhou's wealthiest residents, has officially begun.

But shortly after taking the stage, He Wentao's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an intense stomach pain.

It's like there are little people fighting inside my belly.

With every movement, the pain intensifies.

After Bai Zhirui finished her lines, it was He Wentao's turn to speak.

But the powerful and resounding lines that were supposed to come out did not.

Bai Zhirui turned her head and glanced at He Wentao, puzzled.

She was startled by He Wentao's pale face and whispered, "Are you alright? Why is your face so pale?"

He Wentao gripped the microphone tightly with one hand and clenched his other fist.

The muscles in his palms turned bluish-white from excessive force.

"No...it's nothing!" He Wentao forced out a sentence.

He gritted his teeth, tried his best to control his breathing, and endured the pain to finish his lines, albeit haltingly.

The leaders in the audience frowned.

"Who is this guy? He gets so nervous just from saying another word. Who puts someone like him as the host? Isn't he embarrassing?" The big boss was very displeased.

The junior leaders around him were sweating profusely with anxiety.

"That's He Wentao. He's usually so calm, composed, and confident. What's wrong with him today!"

"How about I replace him? We have a backup plan; we have two spare hosts!"

The top leader pondered for a moment,

"Forget it, it's too late to change players now!"

On stage, He Wentao looked up, tears of pain streaming down his face.

He was panting heavily, and even his lips were turning white.

It's like being poisoned.

Holy crap! Why are they coming on so aggressively?

Another minute passed, but for He Wentao, it felt like a year.

This period of time was painful and long.

Bai Zhirui was startled by He Wentao's expression.

"Why is your face so sweaty, and it looks even paler than before? Are you sick?"

He Wentao let out a breath, wiped the large amount of cold sweat from his forehead, and spoke with even more difficulty than before.

"It's probably just too stuffy here, I'm fine!"

Bai Zhirui's eyes were complicated: "Fine, if you can't hold it in, you must tell us. Tonight is very important for the group; we can't afford any mishaps!"

He Wentao nodded, his buttocks clenched.

A series of sharp pains surged through my lower abdomen like a rolling Yangtze River.

He Wentao tightened his back flower!

Oh shit!

Did I accidentally get some laxative on myself when I was drugging Chen Bo?

That shouldn't be happening!

I don't have the habit of licking my fingers.

He Wentao felt excruciating abdominal pain as soon as he took a step.

He took a deep breath.

I really can't hold on any longer.

He planned to abandon the hosting duties and run to the toilet.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

The pain in his body prevented him from running.

Or perhaps he dared not move.

He trusted his speed, but not his stomach.

The intense pain and the impact from his lower abdomen made his face contort in agony.

Or, how about we bet it's nothing?

But what if we lose?

But what if we win?

Yes, gently, just gently.

Even if it's not a fart, as long as I'm careful, I should be able to salvage the situation.

Thinking of this, He Wentao, clinging to a sliver of hope, let out a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly.

"Sizzle!"

Oh!

That damn sound was so soothing, so captivating.

To He Wentao's surprise,

Bai Zhirui held her hands vertically, with the microphone pointed directly at his buttocks.

Instantly, the sound resounded throughout the entire venue!

Countless strange looks were focused on He Wentao!

Below the stage, a five- or six-year-old boy looked up and stared straight at them.

"Dad, that boy looks like he pooped in his pants!"