Chapter 505: Hu Dong Defaults on Debt!

Hu Dong felt dazed, his mind a blank.

He stared at the tiles in front of Jiang Feng, his eyes wide, his Pupils trembled violently.

Thirteen Orphans.

Heavenly Hu.

This was a hand he had never encountered in decades of playing mahjong.

No, it wasn't that he had never encountered it; he had never seen it in an opponent's hand.

He had played mahjong for most of his life, and his greatest skill was mahjong.

Even to ensure victory, he even used the cameras inside the private room.

Those cameras were hidden in the chandeliers, walls, and under the gambling table, monitoring the entire table from every angle.

The position of every tile and the order of each draw were under his control.

Even when drawing tiles, he used the Sect's secret technique.

That Technique allowed him, at the moment of drawing, to swap in the tile he wanted with a subtle finger movement.

He dared guarantee that if he drew one more tile, he could win.

But why?

Why did he still lose in the end?

Hu Dong's brain raced, seeking a reasonable explanation.

But he couldn't find one.

Throughout the process, under his eyelids, there was no possibility of cheating.

The tiles were stacked by him, the dice were rolled by Jiang Feng, and the tiles were drawn by him.

Everything looked normal, normal, so normal it made him feel abnormal.

Hu Dong's lips trembled, his face Pale as Paper.

Defeated.

Bu Ye Cheng, he lost.

Moreover, he lost Bu Ye Cheng, a lucrative industry that brought in riches daily.

The most important thing is, Bu Ye Cheng isn't his!

He was merely managing Broken Swan Pavilion on their behalf!

He thought here, only feeling a chill run from his head to his Foot, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him.

Broken Swan Pavilion, Imperial First Assassin Organization.

Those Assassin Stars, each a blood‑licking blade‑wielder, killing without blinking.

If they found out he had lost Broken Swan Pavilion's industry, how miserable his fate would be.

Hu Dong dared not think about it.

His body began to tremble, from his fingers to his elbows, from his elbows to his Shoulders, from his Shoulders to his whole body.

He dared not think about what would come next for him.

He could only steel himself, grit his teeth, lift his head toward Jiang Feng, and force a faint smile.

That smile was uglier than crying.

"Mr. Jiang, right? I lost this round."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of appeasement.

"How about this… this is my Black Card from Citibank, unnamed, with five hundred million cash Inside."

Hu Dong carefully took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Feng, his attitude reverent as if serving his ancestors.

"I have already witnessed your strength; please give me face."

He paused, his Tone growing more humble.

"We just gambled Bu Ye Cheng's industry, and you're offering these few hundred million to fob me off—are you trying to welch on the debt?"

Having said that, Hu Dong looked at Jiang Feng with full anticipation.

Although losing five hundred million cash was a heavy loss for him, compared to losing Bu Ye Cheng, this was already the best outcome.

Five hundred million, he could still earn it back by gritting his teeth.

If Bu Ye Cheng were lost, his life would be over.

Hu Dong carefully offered the Black Card, his fingers trembling.

But Jiang Feng merely smiled faintly and did not take the card.

He looked at Hu Dong, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

"Mr. Hu, you seem to have misremembered."

Jiang Feng's voice was flat, yet each word stabbed into Hu Dong's heart like a knife.

"We just gambled Bu Ye Cheng's industry, and you're offering these few hundred million to fob me off—are you trying to welch on the debt?"

Hu Dong's face turned deathly pale.

He looked at Jiang Feng, the humility and appeasement in his eyes fading, replaced by a ruthless resolve.

"Sir, five hundred million is already not a small amount."

His voice turned cold, as cold as a winter wind.

"Leave a line in life, so we can meet again later. Why must you push things to the extreme?"

Jiang Feng looked at him and said lightly.

"The casino has its rules. If you lose, you lose—there's no such thing as leaving a line."

Hu Dong's eyes turned completely cold.

His fingers clenched the black card, knuckles whitening, veins bulging.

It seems you truly intend to be my enemy, Hu Dong?

His voice was very low, very low, as if squeezed out from deep in his throat.

Jiang Feng didn't speak, merely looking at him, his expression calm.

Nanxi couldn't help but speak up at this moment.

She looked at Hu Dong, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Master Dong, the jianghu has its own rules."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was crystal clear.

Since my Junior Brother brought the Fengfan Club to gamble with you, you, as an elder of the jianghu, should also be Willing to Accept Loss.

Nanxi paused, then continued speaking.

"If it gets out, it won't do your Reputation any good, old sir."

As soon as those words were spoken, Hu Dong repeatedly gave a Cold Smile.

His laughter was loud and grating, echoing in the private room, shaking the crystal chandelier so it swayed slightly.

Hahaha…

Hu Dong laughed for a while before stopping, looking at Nanxi and Jiang Feng, his eyes full of mockery.

In that case, I don't need to give you any more face!

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of anger.

"Come here!"

Just as his words fell, the VIP room's door was suddenly pushed open.

It wasn't just one person pushing it open; dozens of people rushed in simultaneously from Outside.

The footsteps were chaotic and heavy, the leather shoes making a muffled thud on the carpet.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures with strong auras rushed in, surrounding Jiang Feng and Nanxi on all sides.

These people wore uniform black combat attire.

Their eyes were sharp, their Breath steady, their stances firm—clearly they were well-trained experts.

Each person exuded a not-insignificant aura; though they couldn't match the Heavenly Human Realm, they were all masters of the Master Realm.

Several dozen Master Realm experts—this, to ordinary people, is already formidable power.

Hu Dong leaned back in his Chair, eyes narrowed, a Cold Smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Jiang Feng, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"Now, do you think you still have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"

Hu Dong's voice was full of smugness and mockery.

His fingers lightly tapped the Chair's armrest, one after another, in a steady rhythm.

Jiang Feng looked at the surrounding black-clad figures, his expression calm, showing no fear.

He didn't even spare them a glance, his gaze fixed solely on Hu Dong.

"Just these?"

Jiang Feng's voice was flat, as if he were asking about today's vegetable prices at the market.

Hu Dong's smile froze for a moment, but quickly recovered.

"Is this still not enough?"

He leaned back against the chair, crossed his legs, his tone full of Confidence.

Several dozen Master Realm experts—even if a Heavenly Person Expert came, they'd still have to weigh their chances.

After Hu Dong finished speaking, he glanced at Nanxi with the corner of his eye.

Nanxi stood behind Jiang Feng, her expression calm, showing no Fear whatsoever.

Hu Dong felt a hint of doubt, but didn't dwell on it.

He thought Nanxi was merely putting on a brave front.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and shook his head.

He rose from his Chair, looked at Hu Dong, his eyes holding a hint of pity.

"Boss Hu, you know nothing about power."

As his words fell, Jiang Feng's body moved.