Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 114: Can’t Afford to Lose

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Can’t Afford to Lose

Ten million, before the money even arrived, it had all been lost.

The cruelty of this type of mahjong, with rivers of blood, was not for the average person to play, let alone the seasoned gambler Wang Tie across the table, whose eyes were red with loss. Even the young models beside them were swallowing hard.

Could his luck really be this good?

Without even finishing a single round, he had won six consecutive games.

In an instant, he had completely wiped out Wang Tie.

"Are you cheating?"

Wang Tie slammed a hand down on the table, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Li Feng. It wasn’t unheard of to have bad luck at the gambling table, but to be this lucky was almost impossible.

Wang Tie was an old gambler, and this way of winning, without cheating, would be a ghostly act.

No wonder the other party dared to play mahjong with him, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

Li Feng smiled as he looked at Wang Tie, "What, can’t handle losing? It’s just ten million, no need to be such a poor sport, right?"

Wang Tie glared at Li Feng, grinding his teeth. He had thought mahjong was his forte, but now he realized it was a trap.

At this rate, he could never win.

"How about this, if you think I’m cheating, from now on, I won’t even touch the tiles. Let her do it, let her draw and play the tiles."

As he spoke, Li Feng gestured toward one of the young models.

Wang Tie hesitated.

"If you don’t agree, then I’ll have to just take you down directly."

Li Feng looked at Wang Tie as if he were talking about something trivial. Gritting his teeth, Wang Tie knew these young models he had brought over as his playthings. He knew their backgrounds inside out; it was naturally impossible for them to cheat.

If Li Feng didn’t lay a finger on the tiles, there would naturally be no opportunity to cheat.

"Fine, continue."

Li Feng’s lips curled into a smirk, looking at Wang Tie, "You don’t have much in the way of chips left. Better call someone to bring over some money first. I don’t accept IOUs."

Wang Tie grunted noncommittally, picking up his phone to have someone bring over more money.

"Shall we begin?"

"Of course."

Li Feng’s face remained impassive, but the young model sitting at the gambling table was stiff, "Really let me play? I can’t do this."

The young model had never seen such a scene. Previously, when she accompanied the gamblers, winning or losing at most meant stripping off her clothes, while that old lecher across the table took liberties with her.

She was in Li Feng’s arms now, and he was still a handsome man. If something happened with him, she would be quite content.

But Li Feng’s entrance made her very nervous inside, not to mention, this round of mahjong was about losing hundreds of millions. She couldn’t afford to play.

Li Feng hugged the young model, "Stay calm, just play as you did before, no need to be nervous."

"My skills are terrible, what if I lose?" The young model was almost crying, "Or, let one of them play?"

The other young models rolled their eyes. If you can’t do it, we’re even less capable.

What if they lost and the other party took them out?

"It’s just a few million, if we lose, we lose."

"Really?" The young model looked at Li Feng’s unconcerned face. It didn’t seem like an act.

Wang Tie watched the nervous and scared young model across the table, sneering inside. His discomposed mentality recovered somewhat.

"Let’s stack the tiles."

Wang Tie reached out to shuffle the tiles and began stacking them, while Li Feng simply let the young model in his arms do the shuffling. Seeing that Li Feng was completely avoiding contact with the mahjong tiles, Wang Tie felt much more reassured.

Most cheating in mahjong happened while stacking the tiles.

A moment later, the four walls of tiles were neatly arranged, and the money Wang Tie had ordered to be delivered was pushed in on a handcart, amounting to fifty million, forming a small mountain.

"Roll the dice."

Li Feng guided the young model’s hand to throw the dice, then they began to draw tiles.

Wang Tie looked at the tiles he picked up, a smirk forming on his lips. His years as an old gambler were not for nothing; he naturally knew how to deal with the tiles. He glanced at Li Feng who couldn’t take his eyes off the young model in his embrace.

"Which one to play?"

The young model felt Li Feng’s intense gaze but somehow felt calmer. She arranged her tiles and asked a question.

"Why ask me? Play the one in your hand."

The young model nodded and played the tile.

"Pung."

"Three of a kind."

The young model panicked slightly. Li Feng nonchalantly indicated for her to draw a tile. The young model reached out, drawing the tile and blinking a few times.

He turned his head to look at Li Feng again.

"What are you looking at me for, seven pairs win."

Wang Tie was taken aback for a moment, but after glancing at his tiles, he snorted; seven pairs weren’t worth many points: "Damn luck."

Li Feng looked up at Wang Tie.

"Even damn luck is a kind of luck, and sometimes damn luck is very important."

Wang Tie sneered in contempt.

Their mahjong game progressed swiftly, and within moments, they had completed several rounds.

"Win."

"Pure pairs win."

"Kong."

"Another kong."

The young model sitting in Li Feng’s arms was almost too excited to contain herself; the cards were taking her to the heavens, while Wang Tie’s face had turned dark. He had a good hand but it was as if all the tiles had disappeared.

His face was just too dark.

As for Li Feng cheating, he had held the young model from beginning to end, his hands never leaving her body. If he could cheat like that, it would be wildly unscientific.

"Ah, self-drawn win!"

The young model almost jumped up in excitement; she had just won over a million in one hand.

"Not bad, not bad."

Li Feng reached to grab a stack of money: "It’s your reward."

Seeing this, the other young models became envious, considering they only made ten or twenty thousand for a gig.

The rewarded model became unstoppable, drawing tiles as if aided by divine intervention, winning two more hands and raking in a couple more million.

While Li Feng took the money, he also handed out a red packet of a hundred thousand.

"Pour me a glass of wine."

Li Feng turned to the other models green with envy and commanded; previously the vision of Li Feng and Hammer facing off with guns had been long forgotten because of the tantalizing money.

"Master, I want to sit in your arms too."

"Master, you can’t be partial, my skin is even better, touch it and see."

Wang Tie watched as his models flocked around Li Feng, his face growing darker: "Continue."

"Sure, sure, you can play this round."

The model sitting in Li Feng’s lap looked unhappy, but Li Feng chuckled; "Don’t rush, everyone gets a chance, Hammer is not short of money."

"Is that so?"

Wang Tie felt his blood vessels might explode, his scalp tingling, as he started to shuffle the tiles with a rustle.

Li Feng, smiling, continued to embrace the model and the game went on.

After that, Wang Tie wasn’t as unlucky, but he still lost more than he won, growing increasingly frustrated.

On the other hand, Li Feng was the opposite, always smiling joyfully; the models around him were so lucky, each receiving hundreds of thousands in red packets.

Of course, the money was one aspect, but the feeling of winning was key.

"Hammer, looks like you’re about to lose all your money."

Wang Tie, like a gambler in a frenzy, immediately picked up his phone: "Bring me more money."

"Continue."

Just then, the suite door creaked open, and a man in a suit walked in from outside.

"Where’s the money?"

Wang Tie turned to look at the man in the suit, speaking disgruntledly.

The man in the suit, expression icy, lifted his hand without any emotion, revealing a flying knife that suddenly appeared.

Whoosh.

A hole appeared directly in Wang Tie’s throat.

"Ah!"

The young models screamed in terror, jolted out of their excitement by the sudden violence.

But the screams quickly ceased as the man in the suit picked them off one by one with his flying knife; the models fell to the ground.

Last, the man in the suit turned to look at Li Feng.

"You don’t seem to be afraid."