Chapter 615: The Mahjong Ghost

Chen Shao said with some embarrassment, "Even a rotten ship has three pounds of nails! They are all former gambling buddies; they have money, otherwise how would I dare say I could pay you back tonight!"

Chen Jiajun said with a look that was not quite a smile, "The repayment you mentioned... is relying on gambling, right?"

Seeing Chen Jiajun's expression, Chen Shao was instantly startled and hurriedly said, "Please believe me, I can definitely pay you back tonight! I absolutely can!"

Chen Jiajun immediately muttered to himself; this Chen Shao did not sound guilty when he spoke. Could it be that he had a sure-fire way to win? So, Chen Jiajun probed, "You aren't planning to cheat, are you? If you get caught, you'll have your hands chopped off!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's pressing question, Chen Shao unexpectedly shed his previous cowardly demeanor and said with a very tight lip, "There is no need for you to know that. You just want the money, don't you?"

Seeing this guy's attitude, there must be a secret.

If Chen Jiajun continued to press him, this guy might not be willing to talk.

So Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Fine, I'll just wait and watch your performance! Let's get the ugly talk out of the way first: if you don't pay up tonight, not even the Heavenly King himself can save you!"

Chen Jiajun used to have a finance company under his command—that is, a loan sharking business—so he played the part of a debt collector without a single flaw.

Otherwise, this guy Chen Shao wouldn't have been so obedient to Chen Jiajun.

After arriving at the location, Chen Shao instructed, "You cannot speak while I'm playing, otherwise..."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't worry, I have much more integrity than a degenerate gambler like you!"

Chen Shao nodded, and the two walked into the club together.

As soon as they entered the club, a waiter recognized Chen Shao: "Young Master Chen, it's been quite a while since you've been here. The bosses are all waiting for you!"

Chen Shao threw out a banknote with great flair, and then, led by the waiter, arrived at the private room.

Several bosses were already waiting for Chen Shao inside the room; looking at their attire, they certainly had the air of wealthy men.

They were also holding Cigars in their hands, talking and laughing loudly.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Chen Shao walked up to the mahjong table, sat down directly, and said to the group with a smile.

"Young Master Chen, I thought you were going to stand us up!" a man in a plaid suit nearby said with a smile: "And you even brought a follower along; your airs are getting bigger and bigger!"

How could those who knew Chen Shao well not know that he was already neck-deep in debt?

Saying this was just to mock Chen Shao.

A flash of displeasure was clearly visible on Chen Shao's face, but he held it back: "This is just a friend of mine."

Chen Jiajun sat down behind Chen Shao without a word, puffing on a cigarette while sizing up the few people in front of him.

The middle-aged man in the plaid suit had an ugly face and spoke nastily; it seemed he had some grudge against Chen Shao.

The bald man in the middle seat looked like the typical nouveau riche at a glance.

The man with glasses next to him didn't say much, but a shrewdness was revealed in his small eyes.

The ugly man sneered at Chen Shao and said, "Young Master Chen, how big are we playing tonight?"

Chen Shao said with great confidence, "It doesn't matter to me, you guys decide!"

The bald man said indifferently, "Then let's play like we usually do!"

The ugly man smirked and said, "Hey, you're really ruthless! Playing that big! I don't know if Young Master Chen here..."

"Could it be that Young Master Chen can't afford to lose? Or could it be that I can't afford to lose?" the bald man said with a smile.

The bespectacled man chimed in, "What is Kang Ge's net worth? It's several times yours! It's pointless to ask that!"

The ugly man took the opportunity to taunt Chen Shao: "How about it, Young Master Chen?"

"I don't care!" Chen Shao said calmly.

The ugly man nodded, a cunning look appearing in his eyes: "But let's agree on this first: we play for cash, no credit."

Chen Shao clearly swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously; the "usual" they spoke of was not ordinary at all.

But now that he was already at the table, Chen Shao had no choice but to proceed.

So he feigned relaxation and laughed: "Doesn't matter. Playing with you guys, I've prepared several hundred thousand on me. Should I take it out and show you?"

As he spoke, Chen Shao pulled a large stack of banknotes from his pocket.

Seeing that Chen Shao could actually produce the money, the ugly man hurriedly said, "No need, no need, I trust you! Let's start the game!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but shake his head.

This prodigal son had pawned the last gold watch his father left him just to scrape together this gambling stake.

It looked like he was prepared to stake everything on one throw.

But Chen Jiajun was more curious about what kind of tricks this Chen Shao had up his sleeve.

The group rolled the dice and began to draw tiles; Chen Jiajun saw very clearly that Chen Shao made no moves to cheat.

After arranging the tiles and spreading them out, it was actually a "Nine Lotus Lantern" hand.

This immediately surprised Chen Jiajun; was this Chen Shao's luck terrifyingly good?

The so-called "Nine Lotus Lantern" is a specific hand pattern composed of a single suit in the sequence "1112345678999".

With this hand pattern, any tile of that suit can complete the win.

Many people play for a lifetime and might not even see it twice, let alone having it right from the start!

One had to admit, this Chen Shao's luck was somewhat heaven-defying.

Chen Shao was also stunned when he saw the hand, his face full of disbelief.

The ugly man urged, "What's wrong? Can't even play the first tile?"

Only then did Chen Shao react: "Sorry, let me look at my tiles!"

As he spoke, he organized the tiles in his hand and drew a tile; it was exactly the 5-dot he needed.

"Hahaha, you guys are out of luck! Self-drawn, Nine Lotus Lantern, 88 fan!" Chen Shao was overjoyed, spread his tiles, and said to everyone with a smile: "Fifty-six thousand two hundred from each of you!"

The ugly man was dumbfounded on the spot: "Wow, are you kidding me! How could it be so fast!"

The other two also looked at Chen Shao in disbelief.

You have to know that this guy Chen Shao was the type who was "both unskilled and addicted to playing."

Not only was his mahjong skill poor, but his luck was also exceptionally terrible. These people had won plenty of money from Chen Shao.

Now seeing that Chen Shao had actually defied the heavens and changed his luck, the crowd was speechless for a moment, then one after another pulled out cash and threw it at Chen Shao while cursing.

Chen Shao was not angry; after all, he had won nearly two hundred thousand in this round alone, and he appeared extremely exhilarated.

In the second round, Chen Shao again drew the tile he wanted, the "One-Tong," within just a few turns.

He immediately smiled and pushed his tiles over: "Hahaha, self-drawn One-Tong!"

"Wait, how could you self-draw a One-Tong?" At this moment, the bald man opposite him hurriedly said: "I have four One-Tongs here! Look!"

As he spoke, he pushed his tiles over directly, but the tiles in his hand were three One-Tongs and one "Fortune" tile.

The ugly man said speechlessly: "Mistaking 'Fortune' for a One-Tong! Have you gone senile from losing?"

The bald man couldn't help but rub his eyes and muttered to himself: "That's impossible! It was clearly four One-Tongs!"

Chen Jiajun saw the few people at the card table, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

Because he felt an extremely gloomy aura coming from this guy, Chen Shao.

It was exactly the same as what he had felt inside that non-existent "Kowloon Walled City."

Combined with what the old woman had said earlier about the "Kowloon Walled City" not being a place for the living, Chen Jiajun immediately felt that there was definitely something wrong with this world.

Likewise, this Chen Shao definitely had problems too.

The card game was still continuing, and it could be said that Chen Shao's luck was off the charts today.

Moreover, his good luck was very targeted; it was either a self-draw, or the ugly man who had mocked him earlier was dealing the winning tile.

The ugly man was sweating cold sweat, and after glancing at Chen Shao, he timidly discarded a "Fortune" tile from his hand.

Chen Shao immediately laughed out loud: "Haha, my luck is truly too good; even a lone 'Fortune' tile can be used to win."

"Win what?" "Thirteen Yao!"

The ugly man immediately wiped his cold sweat and said with a look of bad luck: "I really can't beat you; you can even win with a hand like that!"

Chen Shao smiled and mocked: "You've been having the worst luck tonight; apart from my self-draws, every time it's you who deals the winning tile. But that's fine, you can write a check. With such a large Nongchang Jewelry, surely I can trust your check!"

The ugly man wiped the cold sweat from his face, looking unwilling.

Gamblers are like this; when they lose, they always think they can win it back.

Chen Shao said to the other two people: "It doesn't matter if you lose; I want checks, but even with checks, we must clear the accounts every round. That's the only way it's exciting enough!"

Hearing Chen Shao's words, the few people could only take out their checkbooks and write him a few checks.

However, after giving the check, a glint of light flashed in the ugly man's eyes.

Then he started playing dirty with his hands.

The reason this guy had been able to win Chen Shao's money every round before was because he knew how to cheat.

It was just that Chen Shao's luck had been so bad that he hadn't even needed to use his cheating skills on him.

Now seeing this guy Chen Shao being so smug, he started manipulating the tiles directly.

Chen Jiajun saw everything clearly from behind, and he also wanted to know how Chen Shao would win money when the other party was cheating, and whether he just had pure good luck or if there were truly some strange things involved.

After the card game started, the ugly man moved all the wind tiles under his control, then rolled the dice to start drawing tiles.

But Chen Jiajun discovered that this ugly man seemed to be possessed, actually sending all the good tiles into Chen Shao's hands.

Chen Shao started again with a "Big Three Yuans" hand, while the ugly man ended up with a hand that couldn't be any worse.

This left the ugly man completely bewildered.

One must know that as a professional gambler, he would absolutely never make such a low-level mistake.

In the following few rounds, the ugly man, this professional gambler, made frequent mistakes.

Either he gave the good tiles in his hand to Chen Shao, or he would space out when someone discarded the tile he needed to win.

His whole body was permeated with an indescribable gloomy aura, as if he had been entangled by something.

Then, when drawing tiles again, the ugly man's arm suddenly twisted.

It was as if an invisible pair of hands had twisted his wrist.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" the bald man asked curiously.

The ugly man could be certain that he had definitely been entangled by some dirty thing, but he didn't dare to say it out loud: "It's nothing, just... my hand cramped!"

After speaking, the ugly man seemed to have been frightened by something and stood up directly: "I'm not playing anymore!"

Everyone was stunned to see the ugly man leave in a panic.

And the bald man looked at the man with glasses and said: "What now?"

"What now? Let's just stop playing!" Apparently, the two of them also seemed to have discovered something strange, and they hurriedly got up and left.

Seeing the three of them flee in a panic, Chen Shao immediately revealed a smug smile.

This whole night, between cash and checks, he estimated he had won two million; he counted the money with a smug look on his face, completely forgetting about Chen Jiajun behind him.

Chen Jiajun had been watching coldly from the sidelines and could be certain that this Chen Shao indeed had some inexplicable power helping him.

Although Chen Jiajun couldn't see it, he could feel it, so he was even more curious about this guy Chen Shao.

Originally, he had wanted to extort some travel money from him, but now Chen Jiajun changed his mind.

"How about it, brother! I told you I would definitely be able to pay you back tonight, right!" Chen Shao said smugly to Chen Jiajun, and his form of address had changed too.

Chen Jiajun toyed with a knife in his hand, looked at Chen Shao who was already getting carried away, and said indifferently: "You... seem a bit special!"

Chen Shao saw the gleaming knife and restrained himself a little, saying with a forced smile: "Just lucky, just lucky! How much money do I owe you? You name the amount, and I'll pay you back immediately!"

"Not much, just fifty thousand!" Chen Jiajun was just trying to swindle some travel money.

Chen Shao didn't say a word, counted out sixty thousand, and handed it to Chen Jiajun: "This is for you to have some tea, boss!"

Chen Jiajun took the money and said with a half-smile: "Sensible! Alright, we're square! In a couple of days, I'll have someone send the IOU over to you!"

"Hehe, thank you, boss, thank you, boss!" Chen Shao nodded and bowed to Chen Jiajun.

Watching Chen Jiajun leave with the money, Chen Shao finally let out a sigh of relief.

He always felt that this Chen Jiajun was definitely not simple, and he put a lot of pressure on him, which was why he had sent the money out without getting the IOU back; he was truly a bit afraid of Chen Jiajun.

However, after sending away the jinx Chen Jiajun, Chen Shao became happy again.

With the help of "that person" in the future, wouldn't he get whatever he wanted? Win every bet?

Thinking of this, Chen Shao's pace became light and brisk.

Little did he know that Chen Jiajun, who had just left, had turned back and was secretly following behind this Chen Shao.

Just after leaving the club, Chen Shao prepared to hail a taxi to go home.

At this moment, two people suddenly popped out, grabbed Chen Shao, and headed toward the underground parking lot.

Chen Shao was startled, but he let out a sigh of relief once he saw clearly that they were the people who had come to collect debts from him.

"Two bosses, long time no see!" Chen Shao easily broke free from their grip and said with a smile, "Even if you hadn't come to find me, I was already planning to pay you back! I'll write you a check, how about that?"

The two gang thugs did not speak, only looking at Chen Shao with cold faces.

Chen Shao finished writing the check, handed it to the other party, and said, "Principal and interest, all paid back! I'm leaving now!"

After saying this, Chen Shao put away his checkbook and intended to leave.

But at this moment, a thug called out to Chen Shao: "Don't go yet, there's still one debt that hasn't been cleared!"

As soon as Chen Shao turned his head, the other thug walked over and used a rope to loop around Chen Shao's neck, intending to strangle him to death alive.

The gang thug said coldly, "Kid, don't think I don't know that it was you who called the Police and had them raid our finance company! You think paying the money back is enough? Our boss said, you have to die!"

Chen Jiajun frowned immediately after seeing this scene.

After all, the mysteries surrounding this Chen Shao had not yet been solved, and he prepared to save this degenerate gambler.

But the next moment, Chen Jiajun stopped his footsteps.

Because he saw Chen Shao, who was being strangled by the rope, suddenly act as if possessed by a Saiyan.

He stretched out his right hand and tore the tough hemp rope apart, then backhanded a punch that sent the gang thug flying.

That's right, sent flying, and the kind where both feet left the ground.

He smashed into a pillar in the underground parking lot, in too much pain to ever get back up.

The other thug saw this scene and immediately pulled out a gun.

Chen Shao trembled in fear: "No, don't, listen to my explanation first!"

The gang thug had come to kill, and seeing Chen Shao dare to resist, he pulled the Trigger on the spot.

Chen Shao was so scared he closed his eyes, but at this moment, his right hand suddenly moved on its own.

With a wave toward the thug who fired, the bullet sprayed from the muzzle took a turn and struck the other thug.

After Chen Shao opened his eyes, he was shocked by this scene.

He looked at his right hand with an expression of disbelief.

The gang thug refused to believe it and pulled the Trigger at Chen Shao again.

This time, Chen Shao waved his hand again, and the bullet turned one hundred and eighty degrees, striking the thug directly between the eyebrows.

The thug looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief, then collapsed to his knees on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shao immediately turned and ran, not daring to stay in the underground parking lot for a moment longer.

After hailing a taxi, he returned straight home. (End of chapter)