Chapter 100: God of Gamblers
As Chu Feng spoke, Yang Hu’s expression gradually turned cold.
"You open it!" Yang Hu stared daggers at Chu Feng. His lackeys also put on ferocious expressions.
Chu Feng was just too ridiculous—he kept winning and hadn’t lost a single time.
This made every one of them suspect Chu Feng was cheating, yet they couldn’t figure out how he was doing it.
"You guys can open it yourselves," Chu Feng said with a shrug, spreading his hands.
Yang Hu gestured for one of his lackeys to go over and lift Chu Feng’s dice cup.
Beneath the cup, three sixes were revealed.
Seeing this, Yang Hu was completely dumbfounded.
"This! Impossible!" Yang Hu slammed his palm on the table, his face flushed red with anger.
He never imagined Chu Feng would actually roll a triple—three sixes.
Now, unless he rolled the same thing, he was guaranteed to lose.
"Your turn," said Chu Feng.
Yang Hu suddenly pulled a knife from under the table, pointed it at Chu Feng, and roared, "You bastard! You dare cheat in my territory? Men, chop off his hands and feet!"
The moment he finished speaking, his surrounding lackeys immediately grabbed their weapons and charged at Chu Feng.
In truth, Yang Hu’s lackeys had been holding back for too long. They’d been itching to take Chu Feng out for a while now.
Because of Chu Feng, they had been on edge, terrified of getting beaten by Yang Hu themselves.
Seeing this, Su Miaoke was terrified and screamed, "Honey, be careful!"
Su Miaoke threw herself in front of Chu Feng, afraid he would get hurt.
The other parents who witnessed this were so scared they cowered on the floor, not daring to move.
Chu Feng wrapped an arm around Su Miaoke’s waist and pulled her back.
THUD!
Clubs and choppers slammed down right onto the table.
"Go hide for a moment," Chu Feng said gently to Su Miaoke.
BAM!
As he spoke, he sent a kick flying.
The kick sent one man flying, who then crashed into several of Yang Hu’s other lackeys behind him, knocking them down.
The room was small, so the men were all crowded together.
When Yang Hu saw this, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"You little bastard, you dare cause trouble here!" Yang Hu raised his knife and charged forward.
He swung it viciously at Chu Feng’s head, looking as if he wouldn’t stop until Chu Feng was dead.
Chu Feng remained perfectly calm, stepping forward and delivering a swift slap.
SMACK!
THUD!
Yang Hu felt his whole body go airborne before crashing violently onto the gambling table.
In that moment, Yang Hu felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered.
"Owww..." Yang Hu howled in pain.
Seeing this, Yang Hu’s other lackeys immediately rushed over.
However, in front of Chu Feng, these thugs were like helpless chicks.
BAM! BAM!
CRACK!
Chu Feng took them all down. Many of them suffered broken bones.
Chu Feng showed no mercy; they were all a bunch of wicked scoundrels.
In less than a dozen seconds, more than ten people, including Yang Hu, were all lying on the ground.
Then, Chu Feng walked up to Yang Hu, grabbed him by the collar, and asked coldly, "Two billion. Time to pay up."
Yang Hu’s face was contorted in pain. He never expected Chu Feng to be so formidable; he hadn’t even been able to fight back.
"You... You dare act so arrogantly here? You’re dead today!" Yang Hu snarled through clenched teeth.
No one had ever dared to be so brazen on his turf.
"Is that so?" Chu Feng sneered and grabbed Yang Hu’s arm.
He applied a little pressure.
CRACK!
The sound of a bone fracturing rang out, followed by Yang Hu’s wretched scream.
It was a bloodcurdling scream.
Everyone around them got goosebumps when they heard that scream.
"Are you going to release the person, or not?" Chu Feng asked again.
Yang Hu was already drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, his face pale.
"Release him! I’ll release him! I will!" Yang Hu shouted.
How could he dare refuse now? If he said no, Chu Feng would probably crush his entire arm.
"I won roughly 2.1 billion. Let’s round things off. Forget the 1.5 billion, just give me the remaining 600 million. Yes or no?" Chu Feng asked impassively.
"Six... 600 million? You could kill me and I still wouldn’t be able to pay that," Yang Hu said, his face turning green.
"Are you sure?" Chu Feng asked.
At the same time, he increased the pressure in his grip.
CRACK!
The sound of bone fracturing was heard again. Chu Feng didn’t hesitate in the slightest.
Yang Hu felt his entire shoulder shatter, and he could even feel a hot liquid flowing out.
The pain was so unbearable it nearly made him pass out.
Su Miaoke, watching this, wasn’t too shocked, because she knew the extent of Chu Feng’s strength.
But the other parents looked as if they were seeing a ghost. Chu Feng was terrifyingly fierce.
"I’ll pay... I’ll pay!" Yang Hu was dripping with sweat, his clothes soaked through.
He would have never imagined, not in a million years, that Chu Feng could be so monstrously strong.
"Miaoke, bring me the card," Chu Feng said.
"Oh, okay." Su Miaoke immediately took a bank card from her purse.
"You have ten minutes. Transfer the money," Chu Feng said, letting go of Yang Hu and handing him Su Miaoke’s card.
Yang Hu took the card. Although the rage on his face was murderous...
...he was completely helpless. In front of Chu Feng, he had no power to resist whatsoever.
Right there in front of Chu Feng, he transferred the 600 million into Su Miaoke’s account.
"I got it." Su Miaoke opened her phone and looked at the text notification, her eyes filled with delight.
Getting 600 million all at once... the feeling was incredible.
Chu Feng nodded and said, "Alright, let’s go."
He was speaking to the parents there, as well as to Su Miaoke.
The other parents saw this, still not quite processing what had happened.
’It’s all over, just like that?’
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Chu! I will pay a formal visit tomorrow to express my gratitude!" said a CEO from a company comparable to the Su Group, his tone full of respect.
He was thanking Chu Feng from the bottom of his heart. If it hadn’t been for Chu Feng, he would have had to scrape together over 200 million for nothing.
The others were the same, politely thanking Chu Feng.
Without Chu Feng, each of them would have lost over 100 million at the very least.
Today, it was as if Chu Feng had personally given each of them hundreds of millions. This was a debt of gratitude that words could not express.
"It’s nothing. You should all head home," Chu Feng said lightly.
Su Miaoke also untied Su Jun’s ropes.
"Sis, Bro-in-law." Su Jun wasn’t scared at all now; on the contrary, his face was full of excitement.
The way he looked at Chu Feng, in particular, was completely different now—it was filled with admiration.
"Let’s go. We’re heading back," Chu Feng said.
"Wait!" Yang Hu said to Chu Feng, clutching his ruined arm.
Chu Feng turned his head and looked at the man. "What? Haven’t had enough?"
Yang Hu’s face twitched, then he said, "Do you have the guts to participate in the God of Gamblers Competition in three days?"
"The God of Gamblers Competition?" Chu Feng looked at Yang Hu and asked in surprise.