Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 113 Playing Mahjong

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Playing Mahjong

"Li Feng!"

The middle-aged man in a bathrobe at the mahjong table had a bad premonition and subconsciously reached under the table.

Li Feng, seeing the other party fidget, walked nonchalantly to the front of the mahjong table.

"Chui Ge really likes to play mahjong."

Wang Tie looked up at Li Feng, then suddenly burst into action, pulling a handgun from under the table and aiming it at Li Feng.

Just as the gun was pointed at Li Feng, he swiftly seized the gun barrel.

Wang Tie pulled the trigger, but was unable to press his finger down. Li Feng smirked coldly, flashed his hand back, and the gun disassembled instantly, the bullets flying out.

"Ah!"

The young models seated at the mahjong table finally came to their senses and screamed in panic, one of them even running towards the door. But as soon as she opened it—

"Ah!"

An even more piercing scream echoed in the living room, the person falling squarely on the floor.

Wang Tie’s expression was dark as he looked at Li Feng.

"Hidden Dragon Li Feng, your reputation is indeed well-deserved." Wang Tie wasn’t foolish; the fact that Li Feng was standing in front of him meant only one thing—his previous arrangements had all been dealt with.

"A man alone dares to storm into my Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave."

Li Feng unapologetically pulled up a chair and sat down: "Calling this place Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave is an overstatement, it’s barely a wolf’s den."

"How did you get in here? I have lots of security outside."

Wang Tie still didn’t give up asking.

Li Feng looked at Wang Tie indifferently: "That’s a bit of a stupid question, but I’ll answer you. Most are lying down, and those standing probably don’t have the guts to come in. It’s just you and me here now."

"What do you want."

Upon receiving this response, Wang Tie completely gave up hope.

Li Feng narrowed his eyes at Wang Tie: "I don’t want much, just tell me who instructed you."

Wang Tie faced Li Feng.

"The person who instructed me is not someone you want to mess with. Forget about trying to make me divulge information."

"Kill or cut as you will, I, Wang Tie, have long known such a day might come, ever since I started dealing in these circles."

Li Feng looked at the solitary Wang Tie.

"Do you like playing mahjong?"

Li Feng picked up a mahjong tile from the table and asked another seemingly unrelated question.

Wang Tie stared at Li Feng: "What do you mean?"

"It’s simple, I’m giving you a chance to live—play mahjong. I’ve brought five million as a stake."

"You win, I won’t kill you."

Li Feng curled his lips up, his eyes half-closed as he looked at Wang Tie: "As for losing, as long as you have the money, you can keep playing."

"How about it."

Wang Tie frowned at Li Feng: "You want to win my money."

Li Feng smiled lightly.

"Don’t be so insecure. At the mahjong table, who knows who will win or lose. Let’s leave it to fate."

"You’re not scared of losing, are you, Chui Ge?"

Li Feng’s provocation was not particularly clever, but Wang Tie struggled internally for a moment, after all, a bad life is better than a good death.

"If I win all your five million, will you really let me go?"

"I, Li Feng, might not be a gentleman, but I’m a man of my word. If I dare say it, then I’ll do it."

"Besides, you’re just a minor leader in the Sky Wolf Association. Whether I kill you or not doesn’t make much difference."

Listening to Li Feng’s contemptuous tone, it was clear he was looking down on him.

"Fine, what game."

Wang Tie, having always been fond of mahjong, had started his tumultuous life because of his gambling losses in his village. Born into a family of blacksmiths, he made a name for himself using brute strength.

His habit of playing mahjong hadn’t changed, it had only intensified, given his status not many dared to win against him.

"Blood Fight."

Li Feng declared.

Mahjong in Yan Country could be described as having numerous schools; however, the most ruthless one was "Rivers of Blood": as long as there were tiles left on the table, one could keep winning hands.

Wang Tie’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Li Feng, "Alright, how much is the stake?"

"Ten thousand for the base."

"Okay."

Wang Tie nodded and immediately began shuffling the tiles. If you asked him to chop someone with a knife now, he might not be up for it; he knew his own body well, already hollowed out by indulgence in drink and pleasure.

But when it came to playing Mahjong, he was not to be trifled with.

Soon, the tiles were arranged in four circles.

"Who goes first?"

Li Feng casually tossed the dice to Wang Tie: "You first."

Wang Tie hummed, and without any politeness, he threw the dice. The two of them started drawing tiles. Wang Tie glanced at the tiles he picked up and corners of his mouth lifted.

He directly played a thirty-thousand.

"I win."

Wang Tie was stunned for a moment, looking at the tiles Li Feng pushed forward, a black line forming on his forehead: "That’s just a tiny win, only two doubles."

"I’m happy, hand over the money."

Wang Tie directly handed over a stack of money to Li Feng. Such a minor winning hand was barely useful and had even exposed his tiles; he might as well dream about making Li Feng trigger the win.

The game continued.

Wang Tie soon was ready to win, and his hand wasn’t small. In "Rivers of Blood" Mahjong, it was a bloodbath to the end. Even with ten thousand as the base, losing several millions in one round wasn’t surprising.

The highest multiplier could go up to 2056 times.

And consecutive wins were possible.

"Kong."

After saying so, Li Feng drew another tile from behind him: "Sorry, another kong."

Li Feng drew yet another tile.

He slightly smiled: "Really sorry, but it’s a ’flower on your kong.’"

"Pure major pair, two kongs, a flower on your kong, plus self-drawn, 128 doubles."

Wang Tie’s eyelid twitched. What rotten luck.

"Hand over the money."

Wang Tie’s face darkened, directly having the frightened models next to him count the money. Wang Tie liked to have stacks of money around him while playing cards, craving that domineering feeling.

The models, barely daring to breathe, delivered the money next to Li Feng.

Li Feng continued to draw tiles, this time from the front.

"Ha, when luck comes, you can’t stop it, sorry, another kong."

At this point, the two models carrying money couldn’t help but glance curiously; his luck was just too good.

Li Feng again drew a card from behind.

Wang Tie watched Li Feng drawing tiles, his expression dark as water: "Don’t tell me it’s another ’flower on your kong.’"

Li Feng looked up, smiling at Wang Tie.

"Bingo, you guessed it right."

"Three kongs, self-drawn, flower on your kong, 256 doubles."

"Looks like the money on your table isn’t quite sufficient." Li Feng squinted at Wang Tie, whose eyelid twitched.

"I’ll have someone bring the money over."

Li Feng shrugged, "Up to you, but just a friendly warning, don’t try any tricks."

"We’ll play nicely, following the rules of the table. If you flip the table, don’t blame me for striking first."

Wang Tie felt threatened by Li Feng, and annoyingly he couldn’t retort: "I understand."

Wang Tie directly picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Bring me ten million."

Li Feng looked at Wang Tie: "Ten million won’t cover a few losses; you might as well bring more. You’ve opened such a big club, don’t tell me you don’t even have a billion."

Wang Tie rolled his eyes.

"You win some first, then we’ll talk. Continue."

Li Feng’s lips twisted, reaching out for another tile: "This might be a bit humiliating, but again 256 doubles."