Chapter 165: If You Beat Me, Everything's Yours!

Night Color Bar is like ink.

The sealed Chengnan Xiaoqu is like an island abandoned by modern civilization.

All the buildings are pitch black.

Only the fourth floor of Building No. 7 in the exact center.

A window lets out a faint, dim, eerie light.

Wah—... Wah‑la‑la...

The crisp clack of Mahjong tiles, accompanied by the cold night wind, drifts gently from that window.

The black 【Ying Long】 silently stops before the warning line.

Behind him, Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Jiang Wan also step out.

Dead Qi, resentful Qi, despair Qi...

Jiang Wan's brows knit tightly, her expression heavy as a mountain.

Although no blood flows here like a river, its danger is no less than a Blood and Flesh Mill that suppresses ten thousand people.

Lord, it must not be overlooked.

Heh.

Fa Zheng's gaze locks onto that sole lit residential building, his face full of contempt.

Hiding the head, exposing the tail, deliberately mystifying.

This aura... the murderous intent is impure, more like a cat toying with a mouse.

Only the phoenix fledgling Pang Tong, whose pair of Phoenix Eyes that can pierce the human heart shine astonishingly.

He tilts his ear, listening to the strange Mahjong sounds, his face filled with the fervor of a hunter spotting prey.

Four-sided Game, taking turns as the dealer; hear its sound, and you know its order!

This formation, unlike the Eight Formation Diagram's all‑encompassing nature, secretly hides the cycles of creation, restriction, and transformation within a tiny space...

Opening a new path, truly ingenious!

Beside them, Su Ming listens to the three Top-level Strategists' earnest analysis, his eye corner twitching again.

Goddamn ten‑thousand‑person trap!

Goddamn cat catching mouse!

And that damn new path?!

Isn't it just four card partners playing Mahjong!

He harbors resentment inside, yet his face remains impassive.

Long before leaving the Wuhou Shrine, he silently activated the 【Disaster Core (V)】.

As the so‑called highest‑authority dog of all 【V-shaped】 altars in this world now...

He can clearly sense that Chengnan Xiaoqu indeed harbors an operating 【V-shaped】 altar!

At the same time, he also perceives twenty‑seven faint yet unextinguished life auras there.

That is also the confidence that lets him have Chen Beixuan ready the welcome feast!

"Let's go."

Su Ming is too lazy to keep listening to these three antiquated brainstorms.

He steps forward, his figure cutting straight through the warning line toward that sole lit residential building.

In the stairwell, the cold wind pierces to the bone.

The walls are plastered with community notices and utility bill reminders, covered with a layer of ash.

Wah‑la‑la—!

As they ascend the steps, the Mahjong clatter grows clearer, as if ringing right beside their ears.

"Lord, the power of this place's rules is most bizarre."

Fa Zheng's voice carries a hint of caution.

"Our soul‑body power has been silently suppressed by thirty percent."

"It's not suppression."

Pang Tong shakes his head, his Phoenix Eyes flicker.

"It's 【Assimilation】!"

"The people here have set the rules!"

"All who step in must obey."

"If one disobeys, they will be rejected and crushed by this realm."

"It does have a hint of... Kingly Way!"

Su Ming hears it in his heart, his expression odd.

"You call it Mahjong..."

"Calling it Kingly Way?!"

"In Jin City, everyone can claim dominance and kingship!"

Despite the rant, he still glances sideways at Pang Tong.

【Insight (Ability 1)】: The soul‑body has autonomous consciousness, can deeply dissect complex situations, penetrating cause and effect.

"This deep analysis, penetrating cause and effect... is a bit too perverse!"

The name lives up to its reputation!

The group arrives at the fourth floor.

The security door of Room 【404】 hangs ajar with a slit.

Dim yellow light and the sound of mahjong poured out from the door crack, vying to get out.

Su Ming showed no hesitation.

He reached out and shoved the door open.

Creak—

The door hinge screeched.

The scene inside the house entered the four's view.

There was no blood or mess as imagined.

The entire room was spotlessly clean.

Above an old automatic mahjong table in the center of the living room hung a dim yellow incandescent lamp.

Four figures sat at the table.

At the east, south, and west seats sat three youths in black combat uniforms.

They were agents dispatched by Chen Beixuan, believed by most to have already sacrificed.

At this moment, the three wore blank stares, eyes empty.

Like programmed robots, they mechanically drew, played, and stacked tiles.

Their motions were precise, but devoid of life.

In the north wind seat, the main position with its back to the door, sat a woman.

Clad in a high‑slit dark‑green cheongsam, her figure traced elegant curves.

Her glossy black hair was loosely bound with a jade pin, exposing a fair, slender neck.

She did not turn around.

She simply used a scallion‑like finger to gracefully push a mahjong tile to the table's center.

"Nine Characters."

Her voice was clear and cold, tinged with the soft Wu speech of a Jiangnan woman.

She seemed to notice Su Ming and company arriving.

The woman slowly turned her head.

A face breathtakingly beautiful.

It even felt unreal!

An oval face, willow‑leaf eyebrows, a jade nose and cherry lips.

A pair of phoenix eyes, their gaze lazy and teasing.

Her gaze settled on Su Ming's handsome face, seeming to spark interest.

"Good‑looking, want to play a hand?"

These words spoken.

In Fa Zheng's eyes, a hint of killing intent flashed and vanished.

Jiang Wan's brows knit, the illusory Seal of Stabilizing the Nation wavering behind her.

A ponderous force sought to rouse the three dazed agents, yet vanished like a mud‑cow in the sea.

Only Pang Tong locked his gaze on the automatic mahjong table.

He watched the tiles, reached out to reckon, his breath growing short.

"Wonderful! This round takes the Four Symbols as its base, harmonizing with the heavenly numbers; the tiles are split into characters, bamboos, and circles, representing the Three Powers of heaven, earth, and man…"

"Furthermore, there are east, south, west, north, center, dragon, white, and the Seven Luminaries…"

"This formation, this formation…"

He was actually mesmerized!

The woman paid no heed to the three middle‑aged men who were as nothing to her, her eyes fixed on Su Ming.

She stretched out a slender jade finger, pointing to the mahjong table.

"The rules are simple."

"If you win, this room, this table, this money, and even I…"

She licked her lips.

"Then it's all yours!"