Chapter 164: Lord, what kind of apocalyptic formation is this Mahjong?!

The night wind blew by, stirring a touch of desolation.

Chen Beixuan stared intently at the street corner where Su Ming vanished, for a full half‑minute before he snapped around.

All the excitement and fragility on his face completely faded.

He transformed again into the iron‑blooded tough man known as the Jin Cheng Bulldozer!

"Break the army!"

"Here!"

Behind him, a squad of elite warriors stood upright, answering in unison.

Their eyes also burned with fervent flames.

They all heard it too!

"Relay my orders! From now on, the Wuhou Shrine and the three surrounding Ancient Streets are designated as a Highest-level Forbidden Zone!"

"If a single fly gets in, you prepare the inspection report for me!"

"Yes!"

"Also, pull back all the brothers outside Chengnan Xiaoqu! Now! Immediately! Right away!"

"Yes!"

"Furthermore!"

Chen Beixuan inhaled deeply, almost shouting.

"Roll back! Pry up the three special‑reserve old cellars I hid under the office floor for me!"

"And the veteran chefs in the back kitchen, kick them all up for me!"

His eyes turned blood‑red, his voice hoarse.

"Tell them to prepare the highest‑spec welcome banquet for me!"

"Tonight!"

"I'm going to receive the brothers..."

"Go home!"

……

Meanwhile.

Jin Se Tea Garden.

"My king..."

Members of the Qiang Wei Squad returned to the Tea Garden one after another, their faces flushed with heat and fervor.

Too strong!

The image of a mortal body bearing a heroic soul, single‑handedly defying the gods, has become indelibly etched in their minds.

"Gods and demons step aside, nothing is forbidden!"

Dream Butterfly stared dazedly toward the direction Su Ming departed.

She murmured softly, her voice trembling.

"We... all we have to do is follow."

"Tonight, sleepless!"

"Wait for the king... to return!"

The night grew deeper.

A black Responding Dragon tore through the silent street, gliding silently.

Inside the car, Su Ming drove with one hand, his expression oddly strange.

Beside him, behind him…

Three figures sat in total!

The passenger seat.

It was a scholar in a blue robe, his features oddly ancient, with a hint of wildness and arrogance in his brows.

His eyes could pierce the human heart.

At this moment, he studied the rapidly receding neon scenery outside the window with keen interest.

It was the Phoenix Chick, Pang Tong!

In the rear row, the left seat by the window.

Sat a black‑clad man with a grim visage and sharp eyes.

He had been silent since boarding, only occasionally glancing at the outside view, a cold smile tugging at his mouth.

Minister of the Secretariat, Fa Zheng!

Next to Fa Zheng, sitting upright with dignified poise, was the middle‑aged scholar of gracious bearing and gentle expression.

His hands rested on his knees, his spine perfectly straight.

Though silent, he exuded a calm aura that steadied the hearts of those around him.

Grand General, Jiang Wan!

These three top‑level strategists who once stirred the winds of history...

At present, they were compressed in corporeal soul form inside a tiny Iron Box.

"Lord!"

Finally, it was the most steady‑tempered Jiang Wan who spoke first, breaking the silence.

He watched the ever‑changing traffic lights ahead, his expression somewhat solemn.

"This iron beast requires no ox or horse to drive, yet can travel a thousand li a day, bearing a hint of... Mohist mechanical art and the Chancellor's Wood‑Ox and Flowing‑Horse divine rhythm."

"I don't know what its driving force is?"

Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid.

"Burn oil."

Jiang Wan: "Oil?"

"Petroleum, black water."

Su Ming was brief and to the point.

Jiang Wan nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

He understood; these are this world's Fire-washing Cloth and Jiaoren Oil…

They should be of the heavenly‑material, earthly‑treasure type?!

"Heh!"

Beside them, Fa Zheng let out an ambiguous chuckle.

His gaze fell on a delivery motorbike speeding past outside the window, his eyes bearing a hint of scrutiny and disdain.

"People of this age act with thunderous speed, but…"

"…lack a bit of structure!"

"Xiao Zhi, that remark is wrong!"

The co‑pilot Pang Tong finally withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and his Phoenix Eyes flashed with wisdom.

"It seems chaotic and unordered, yet it secretly conforms to some Rule."

"Look at the crisscrossing white lines on the road; the passing iron beasts follow the lines—that is Rule."

"See the three‑colored lanterns hanging at the intersection; red means stop, green means go—that is Measure."

"Without Rule and Measure there is no shape; the splendor of this age is not lawless, but the strictness of law has reached its extreme, blending into daily life so that people don't notice it."

Fa Zheng heard that and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He then re‑examined the traffic outside, his gaze deepening.

"Shi Yuan's words are absolutely correct."

Jiang Wan agreed.

"I observe this city: its lights are dazzling, far surpassing the capital of the Han era; ten thousand households' lights stretch endlessly, a testament to the people's prosperity."

"The lord was born in this age; fortunate indeed."

Su Ming listened to the conversation of the senior figures…

His heart remained completely unruffled.

Headache!

Thinking of that, he spoke up to interrupt.

"Elders, the place we're heading to in a moment has something interesting about it."

"It's called Chengnan Xiaoqu; something strange happened there, and the sound of Mahjong never ceases!"

"Mahjong?"

Pang Tong, who had been full of enthusiasm, for the first time showed a bewildered expression in his seemingly all‑seeing Phoenix Eyes.

He almost instinctively looked at Jiang Wan and Fa Zheng behind him.

He discovered…

The two also wore equally puzzled looks.

Mahjong… what is it?

Is it some kind of formation?

Or a codename for some ferocious beast?

The three of them stared at each other.

Even with talent that spans heaven and earth, they were stumped by these two words.

Su Ming saw the bewildered faces of the three Top-level Strategists in the rearview mirror, and his eye corner twitched involuntarily.

Explaining modern entertainment to a group of old relics…

Exhausting!

"Lord, what kind of world‑destroying formation is this Mahjong?!"

"A kind of…"

"A four‑person War Game Simulation!"

Su Ming's face stayed pale and his heart didn't race.

Yet he swiftly used his toe to sketch a three‑room, one‑hall floor plan.

"So that's it!"

Pang Tong suddenly understood, and his enthusiasm rose a few notches.

"Four-sided Game inevitably involves Alliances and Counter‑alliances, with cunning stratagems."

"To become a strange incident, this match must be rather dangerous!"

Fa Zheng's eyes also lit up.

"A chess match that compels the lord to go personally cannot be ordinary."

"Perfect, I also want to see for myself what extraordinary qualities the players of this age possess."

Su Ming said nothing further.

He simply pressed the accelerator and silently drove the car faster.

He feared that if he kept speaking…

These few gentlemen!

Just about to start rehearsing Mahjong's Thirteen Winning Methods in the car!