Chapter 504: with translation of chapter title

When Hu Dong said this, he looked at Nanxi, his eyes carrying a hint of questioning.

Boss Nan, you brought your Junior Brother here today—are you representing the Fengfan Club to declare war on my Bu Ye Cheng?

When did your Fengfan Club start being unsatisfied with that bit of business in Jiangcheng, wanting to advance into the Provincial Capital?

Hu Dong's tone carried a hint of mockery, but more so it was probing.

He wanted to know whether today's matter was Jiang Feng's personal action or the Fengfan Club's intention.

If it was the Fengfan Club's intention, then it would be troublesome.

Although the Fengfan Club originated in Jiangcheng, it has been gaining momentum recently.

It is said that even the Gambling Saint Gao Yi suffered a setback at the Fengfan Club, losing all his five billion in wealth, and now he has fallen to being a street beggar.

For such an opponent, it's best not to provoke them if possible.

Upon hearing this, Nanxi simply shrugged, her expression casual and her tone relaxed.

Master Dong, this time I am not coming as a representative of the Fengfan Club.

She glanced at Jiang Feng, then continued speaking.

As for the grudge between my Junior Brother and you, the Fengfan Club will absolutely not get involved!

Upon hearing this, Hu Dong's heart relaxed a little.

Although his expression didn't change much, the vigilance in his eyes clearly lessened a bit.

If it wasn't the Fengfan Club's intention, then it would be easy to handle.

Even a young person with some ability couldn't stir up much trouble on Bu Ye Cheng's turf.

Having thought this through, Hu Dong spoke coldly, looking at Jiang Feng with eyes carrying a hint of contempt.

Mr. Jiang, the casino has its own rules.

He paused, then lightly tapped his fingers twice on the gambling table.

You want my Bu Ye Cheng? You can have it!

Hu Dong's mouth curled into a Cold Smile.

Bring out your Chip.

Jiang Feng gave a light smile, didn't answer Hu Dong, but turned his head to look at Nanxi.

Senior Sister? I wonder if I could borrow the Fengfan Club's name for a bit?

Upon hearing this, Nanxi looked helplessly at Jiang Feng, her eyes showing a mix of exasperation and amusement.

I knew it—you called me over from Jiangcheng, and it's definitely not anything good.

She sighed and shook her head.

Fine, fine—the Fengfan Club was originally prepared as an enterprise for you; do whatever you want with it.

Nanxi's tone was very casual, as if she were talking about something trivial.

But hearing this, Hu Dong's face darkened instantly.

Boss Nan, you just said the Fengfan Club wouldn't get involved, didn't you?

Or are you just playing a trick on Old Hu?

His fingers gripped the Chair's armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Nanxi gave a light smile, looking at Hu Dong, her tone still relaxed.

Jiang Feng watched Hu Dong's expression, the corner of his Mouth curling into a smile as he jerked his chin.

She paused, glanced at Jiang Feng, her eyes carrying a hint of indulgence.

But our Sect only has this one Junior Brother, and we dote on him too much—there's nothing we can do.

Hu Dong's face grew even uglier, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Nanxi continued speaking, her tone carrying a hint of Provocative Smile.

It doesn't matter; if Boss Hu achieves Victory, the Fengfan Club will be yours!

Upon hearing this, Hu Dong's eyes flashed brightly.

The Fengfan Club is a top-tier club in all of Jiangnan Province, and its value is considerable.

If one could obtain the Fengfan Club, the business of Bu Ye Cheng could reach a higher level.

Hu Dong's mind raced with calculations, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Jiang Feng watched Hu Dong's expression, the corner of his Mouth curling into a smile as he jerked his chin.

How about it? I'll bet the Fengfan Club against you.

His voice was very flat, as if he were stating something quite ordinary.

If you lose, you hand over Bu Ye Cheng; if you win, the Fengfan Club is yours.

Hu Dong's eyes narrowed as he quickly weighed the gains and losses in his mind.

The Fengfan Club, which can be called the top trend of Jiangnan, naturally has a value no less than that of Bu Ye Cheng.

Using this as a stake, he naturally felt tempted.

But he was also very cautious; being able to sit in this position for so long relied on not being impulsive.

Hu Dong looked at Jiang Feng and asked in a low voice.

Mr. Jiang, I don't know what game you want to play.

His tone was a bit more polite than before, but the vigilance in his eyes had not relaxed.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng waved his hand and said to Hu Dong.

Anything goes.

His tone was very casual.

Why don't you, Mr. Hu, pick one?

Hu Dong's heart stirred suddenly.

He used to be the Mahjong King renowned in the jianghu, relying on his Mahjong skill, he dominated the Gambling World for several decades.

Later, as he grew older, he retreated behind the scenes, and thus didn't often appear in person.

But his Mahjong technique has never deteriorated.

Whenever he had nothing to do, he would set up a few games himself to practice.

In the entire Bu Ye Cheng, no one could beat him at the Mahjong table.

Thinking of this, Hu Dong's mouth curled slightly, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

He said lightly, his tone carrying a touch of confidence.

"Well then, let's play a game of Mahjong."

Jiang Feng heard this, smiled and nodded.

"Fine, Mahjong it is."

He sat down at the gambling table, crossed his legs, looking relaxed.

Hu Dong also sat up straight; although his waist was still bent, his whole demeanor was completely different.

His gaze turned sharp, like a drawn blade.

His hand no longer trembled, steadily placed on the gambling table.

Nanxi stood behind Jiang Feng, arms crossed, a faint smile on her lips, looking completely unconcerned.

Hu Dong glanced at her, feeling a bit doubtful, but didn't dwell on it.

Hu Dong clapped his hands; the private room door opened, and a waiter in a black vest pushed a small cart inside.

On the cart lay a set of Mahjong tiles.

The tiles were made of fine jade stone, each piece crystal clear, smooth and warm to the touch like jade.

This set of Mahjong is worth millions.

Hu Dong personally dumped the Mahjong onto the table and began stacking the tiles.

His technique was swift and skilled, his tile-stacking speed several times faster than an ordinary person's.

In less than a minute, the four walls of tiles were stacked.

Hu Dong looked at Jiang Feng and asked.

"Mr. Jiang, what stakes?"

Jiang Feng thought for a moment, then said.

"Let's decide the winner in a single game."

Hu Dong nodded.

"Good, straightforward."

He reached out and pressed a button beside the gambling table; the crystal chandelier above dimmed slightly, while the light above the table brightened, shining on the Mahjong tiles and reflecting a soft glow.

Hu Dong said.

"Mr. Jiang, please roll the dice."

Jiang Feng picked up the dice and tossed them casually.

The dice rolled a few times on the table and came to a stop.

Three and four, adding up to seven.

Hu Dong's brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.

He began drawing tiles, his movements swift and smooth.

Jiang Feng also drew tiles, his motions unhurried, appearing casual.

After drawing, each had thirteen tiles stacked before them.

Hu Dong glanced at his own tiles, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

His tiles were excellent, almost a Heavenly Hu hand.

He secretly felt pleased, thinking this round was a sure win.

Hu Dong lifted his head, looking at Jiang Feng, about to speak.

Jiang Feng suddenly pushed his tiles onto the table and said lightly.

"I win."

Hu Dong's smile froze instantly.

He widened his eyes at Jiang Feng, unable to believe his ears.

"What?"

His voice was loud, tinged with disbelief.

"You haven't even discarded a tile—how did you win?"

Jiang Feng pointed at his own tiles and said.

"Heavenly Hu, Thirteen Orphans."

Hu Dong lowered his gaze, his face instantly turning deathly pale.