Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 835 - 855: Too Ugly to Have Friends

Chapter 835: Chapter 855: Too Ugly to Have Friends

"Brother! He, he is..."

"He is my double." The man smiled easily.

"A double!!! Brother, you brought him here, could it be..."

Silence’s eyes widened, for the man in front of her inexplicably resembled her brother by seventy percent!

"Master."

The man smiled faintly, greeting respectfully.

"Brother, what’s going on?"

Silence was still a bit confused.

"Don’t ask too much, just handle your own tasks, I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry."

The man smiled, placing his hand on the woman’s fragrant shoulder.

Just as Lin Zifeng had said, today’s venue seemed a little unusual.

"Brother, don’t keep things from me. Has something happened? You shouldn’t have to bear it alone. Aren’t I your sister? Can’t we handle things together?"

Silence was emotional, tightly gripping the man’s big hand, tears welling in her eyes, "Brother, there’s nothing wrong with this gambling tournament, right?"

"Silly girl, it’s not as scary as you imagine. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine. Be good, go on. The Gambling City contest is about to start, don’t want to make me lose face, do you?"

The man abruptly withdrew his smile, pretending displeasure as he gazed at her, yet his dark eyes sparkled with wisdom.

"Brother..."

Silence was a little worried, holding tightly onto her brother’s arm, reluctant to let go.

"Silly girl, do you not trust what your brother is doing? Tonight’s Gambling City contest depends on you."

For some reason, Silence suddenly felt as if she was much younger before her brother, who always had every plan under his control, while she, like a child, not only couldn’t help but often held him back—

After leaving the room, Silence was still worried, unwilling to leave.

Only after the man smiled and saw her off, did his smiling face gradually turn cold.

"Are you ready?"

"Master, everything is as you ordered, there should be no mistakes."

"Very good, don’t let me down."

Saying this, the man picked up two glasses of champagne and took them to the fake Ji Wu.

Feeling honored, he said shockingly, "Master, my life is yours now. Even if it means dying, I’m willing!"

The man took the champagne, drank it down in one gulp, hardening his heart!

"Good, very good," he said, patting his shoulder, wisdom flashing in his eyes.

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, I’m honored to welcome you to the Gambling City tournament tonight. First of all, I must say a few words. Everyone here knows that basically every year, friends from the gambling world around the globe gather here in Eastern Earth’s Macau.

Of course! The purpose of gathering is simple, everyone wants to witness the style of our Macau Gambling God. Indeed, over the past five years, our Gambling God has hosted many friends from the gambling world, and the result, well, I think everyone understands it well. To remain undefeated standing for five years, naturally, the Gambling God possesses exceptional gambling skills!"

With that, the host paused for a moment and continued to smile smoothly, "Everyone here are friends of Eastern Earth. Many might think that the position of Gambling God shouldn’t be monopolized by our Macau Gambling God Ji Wu for years, but the gambling world’s rules, as everyone knows: Whoever beats the Gambling God, becomes the new king of gambling gods!"

"Wow——"

The host finished with a wave of the hand.

All the attendees stood up and applauded together.

The atmosphere soared once more to a small climax.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

In the rear seats of the crowd, Lin Zifeng also joined in the applause, wearing a silly grin that no one would associate with the fierce man who once defeated the Gambling Saint!

His gaze, though, was firmly locked onto the Indian and Vietnamese men.

The two gave Lin Zifeng a peculiar feeling.

The magic bracelet on his chest continually signaled threats to him.

Moreover, Lin Zifeng had activated his vision ability and discovered they both had a fire symbol printed on their chests.

Though not very knowledgeable about religion, he could somewhat guess its significance.

"Brother, are you here to participate in tonight’s gambling game?"

At this moment, Lin Zifeng’s shoulder was tapped by someone.

A face so ugly it seemed abandoned by family members leaned in, almost making Lin Zifeng gag.

"Uh-huh." Lin Zifeng widened his eyes looking at this man. What irked him was that this guy’s mouth distinctly had the smell of garlic.

In conversation, that assertive aura really stung the nostrils!

"Brother, it’s rare to meet, nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, with a face full of black stubble.

Especially when he grinned, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but wonder, did this guy grow up standing or lying down? So ugly, not even his friends would associate with him!

"Uh, nice to meet you."

Lin Zifeng clapped awkwardly.

"Brother, you seem cultured with that refined look, your accent suggests you’re not from Macau, right?"

"Why ask that?"

"Hehe, brother, don’t mind, there’s a big deal I wonder if you’re interested in?"

"A big deal? What big deal?"

Lin Zifeng asked.

"Come, brother, let’s talk privately."

Saying this, the man grinned as he stood, beckoning Lin Zifeng over with a curled finger.

As for the big deal, Lin Zifeng didn’t ponder anymore because everyone coming here was either rich or noble, would they need money?

In the restroom—

"Brother, can you do me a favor?"

"What favor?"

Lin Zifeng asked.

"Look, take this, when the Gambling God appears later, clap as hard as you can, then throw this thing out, that’s all."

The man pulled something resembling a colored ball from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"A colored ball. When the Gambling God appears, scatter this around, maybe the Gambling God seeing your enthusiasm will hold you in high regard, and who knows, after you make it big, brother, I could benefit too."

"Oh, I understand now, you’re a plant hired by the Gambling God, right? As soon as he appears, you cheer fervently, the first to boost his popularity, right? Just like TV stars walking the red carpet, hiring a bunch of fake fans to cheer and scream, just boosting his popularity, huh?"

Lin Zifeng chuckled, indicating he fully grasped the idea. However, his pupils glowed red, as the man’s chest also bore a fire-like symbol.

"Uh, hehe, brother, indeed, you’re smart, realizing it instantly. Yes, yes, yes, exactly, after, we won’t treat you poorly."

With that, the man took advantage of the situation, forcefully patting Lin Zifeng’s thin shoulder, thinking to himself, another fool tricked.

"Hehe, alright, I’ll help with this. But I wonder if you could do me a favor?"

"Help you? How?"

The man’s face changed slightly, becoming wary, his friendly expression turning sullen.

"I actually just want to borrow your clothes."

Lin Zifeng squinted, smilingly laying his hand on the man’s shoulder.

"This brother can’t agree to!"

The man refused flatly.

"That’s not up to you!"

Lin Zifeng slowly raised his cold and stern face, and the hand on the man’s shoulder suddenly erupted with great force, swiftly landing a blow on the man’s chest!

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

The man’s robust body was instantly flung into the restroom by a force!

Crashing the sandalwood restroom door into pieces! Dust rising everywhere.