My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 218 - 0218: Why Not Be More Ruthless

Chapter 218: Chapter 0218: Why Not Be More Ruthless

Only to see this guy getting into position, then quickly throwing the ball in his hand. The black bowling ball advanced steadily down the lane, but it clearly deviated from its course, and it seemed it could only hit about five or six pins on the left at most.

But something eerie happened. Just as the bowling ball touched the first two pins on the left, it was as if an invisible force was at play, and all ten pins were shockingly knocked down.

Although they were almost twenty meters apart, Tang Ming’s ability to observe was not to be underestimated. He had clearly seen that bizarre scene.

"A strike on the first attempt, looks like there’s no need for a second roll,"

Qin Kong laughed heartily.

Tang Ming furrowed his brow and asked Su Xiaoxi, "Can I take another roll?"

"You can. Each set consists of ten pins, and you can throw twice. If you don’t knock all of them down on the first try, then you can try to pick up the rest on the second throw. But since Qin Kong struck them all at once, he naturally doesn’t need a second throw."

Su Xiaoxi, somewhat concerned, said, "They seem pretty good, Tang Ming. Maybe you shouldn’t play. It’s five million a game!"

"They’re good at nothing, you just don’t know."

Tang Ming scoffed.

Seeing Qin Kong indeed scored a strike, Sun Zhuangjia was in high spirits. This machine could really be controlled remotely, and now he could play Tang Ming however he wanted. Plus, at five million a game, the more than ten million he had just spent would come back in no time!

"Hey, Tang Ming, your turn,"

Sun Zhuangjia called out to Tang Ming.

Smiling, Tang Ming walked up to the ball rack, picked a ball, and gestured towards the lane for a long while. He struck various poses, but he didn’t throw the ball.

Su Xiaoxi, seeing Tang Ming’s mysterious fussing, couldn’t figure out what trick he was planning.

Meanwhile, Sun Zhuangjia and his companions were becoming irate, waiting for over ten minutes as Tang Ming just posed without ever throwing the ball.

"Tang Ming, are you going to throw the ball after all this fussing or not?"

Sun Zhuangjia asked impatiently.

"Whether I throw it or not, what’s it to you?"

Tang Ming scoffed at Sun Zhuangjia and continued his pose.

"Aren’t you annoying? If you don’t throw, how are we supposed to determine the win?"

Qin Kong also asked impatiently.

Tang Ming gave a cold laugh, then casually glanced at Sun Zhuangjia and Qin Kong. These two guys were definitely up to something with the machine. It looked absolutely impossible for him to win. With a game as high as five million in stakes, why should he let them have an easy win?

"Tang Ming, can’t you handle losing, thinking of welching on the bet?"

Sun Zhuangjia asked mockingly.

But Tang Ming laughed scornfully, "Which eye of yours saw me thinking of welching? ** eh?"

"If you’re not thinking of welching, then throw it."

Sun Zhuangjia urged impatiently.

"You think my money is that easy to earn?"

Tang Ming mumbled to himself, yet a cold smile remained on his face.

"Are you going to throw it or not?"

Ma Zhisong also chimed in.

"Of course, but you need to stand back,"

Tang Ming told Sun Zhuangjia, who was standing nearby.

"I need to stand back?"

Sun Zhuangjia asked with confusion and frustration, "What tricks are you playing? The lane is on the ground, I’m not blocking your way, and you still tell me to stand back?"

"I’m strong, I don’t want to accidentally hit you."

Tang Ming smiled enigmatically.

"If you can’t do it then just hurry up and admit defeat, especially since it’s five million a game!"

Qin Kong said sarcastically with arms crossed.

"I think it’s because he’s standing so close that he’s affecting my performance,"

Tang Ming complained irritably.

Sun Zhuangjia was almost driven mad, but upon careful consideration, he guessed that Tang Ming also knew that he would definitely lose the moment he threw, realizing that this guy was just making excuses.

"Fine, you want an excuse? I’ll make sure you don’t have one!"

Sun Zhuangjia muttered under his breath and then stepped back a meter.

"Brother Sun, standing this far back, it doesn’t affect you now, does it?"

Ma Zhisong asked.

"Even farther!"

Tang Ming said.

Sun Zhuangjia trembled with rage, yet he stepped back again. On the other side, Su Xiaoxi found it odd—why did Tang Ming always pick on Sun Zhuangjia?

Although she was clueless about what Tang Ming was up to, Su Xiaoxi felt something strange, as if something was about to happen.

"Is it ever going to end? How many times do I have to move? What exactly do you want?"

Sun Zhuangjia was utterly exasperated with Tang Ming’s unreasonable demands and completely stood his ground.

"I’m telling you to step back for your own good,"

Tang Ming replied.

"Don’t blame the toilet when you can’t shit, just throw it, since I’m not moving anymore,"

Sun Zhuangjia cursed and then began to sneer with folded arms.

Although he wanted Tang Ming to lose money, Sun Zhuangjia, who had a fiery temper, finally reached his limit after being driven back repeatedly by Tang Ming.

"Suit yourself, I’m throwing it now,"

Tang Ming declared, clutching the ball in his hand.

"Why waste words, just do it quick!"

Sun Zhuangjia urged.

The words had no sooner left his mouth than Sun Zhuangjia looked up to see a black spherical object rushing straight toward his face. Shocked, he couldn’t react in time and experienced a sharp pain in his head, then lost consciousness and collapsed.

"Fuck, you dare to hit someone with a ball,"

Qin Kong was taken by complete surprise as Tang Ming didn’t throw the ball down the lane, but directly at Sun Zhuangjia’s head.

Luckily, Sun Zhuangjia was a martial artist with strong external martial arts skills. If it had been an ordinary person, their head would have probably been smashed to bits.

Ma Zhisong stared blankly at Tang Ming, a bit confused—what was happening?

Su Xiaoxi also sensed something was off and quickly ran to Tang Ming’s side, grabbing his arm and complaining, "Why didn’t you hit him harder? If you’d killed that annoying guy Sun Zhuangjia, it would have saved me the trouble of dealing with him every day."

The moment she spoke, Qin Kong and Ma Zhisong were completely stunned, wondering how such a beautiful woman could be so ruthless.

Tang Ming shook his hand, looking at the fainted Sun Zhuangjia on the ground, "I told him to stand back, but he wouldn’t believe me. Now look, he’s fainted, and we can’t even continue the game. Does this count as my victory?"

"Victory my ass, you bastard,"

Qin Kong roared furiously at Tang Ming, "You did that on purpose."

"No shit, you think I’m dumb? Playing this setup with you guys, am I supposed to just go along with your craziness?"

Tang Ming retorted disdainfully.

Qin Kong trembled with anger and shouted at Ma Zhisong, "Where are your people?"

At this, Ma Zhisong immediately yelled towards some staff in the distance, "Leizi, call the guys over, today I’m going to wreck someone."

"Heh."

Tang Ming chuckled and mocked Ma Zhisong, "You’re already a wreck, no need to wreck any further."

The man called Leizi quickly summoned seven or eight burly men from behind the court, all with fierce faces and an intimidating aura emanating from their bodies.

These were no ordinary thugs but those who had seen bloodshed, especially the first three, who exuded an air of martial prowess—they must be martial artists!