"Young Master Feng, did we ever say that fake wines couldn't be used for betting?"
Huh?
Upon hearing Li Feng's words, the smile on Feng Shaoxin's face paused.
Then, Feng Shaoxin said with a smile, "Of course not. Why, does Young Master Li wish to continue?"
"Of course. Since there's no rule against using fake wine, what makes you think your '82 Royal Dragon Eagle Blood-Colored Glass is superior to my wine?"
Ah...
The crowd, having heard Li Feng's words, knew that he was dead set on using fake wine for the competition.
Feng Shaoxin revealed a hint of mockery. This was nothing more than Li Feng's desperate struggle.
"Alright, since Young Master Li insists on this, let's continue with the bet. However, if no one dares to taste Young Master Li's wine, then you would have to..."
Feng Shaoxin was concerned that nobody would drink Li Feng's fake wine and that Li Feng would try to weasel out of it, so he directly boxed Li Feng into a corner with his remark.
