39: Chapter 39 A Family Feud? No, It's a Harmonious Mahjong Game

Having finished dealing with the "Medicine Seeking" conference, where nations came to pay homage, Lin Yun politely declined Elder Chen's proposal to hold a victory banquet for him and returned to his villa.

The moment he pushed open the door, a peculiar atmosphere rushed toward him.

In the living room, three women were sitting around an automatic mahjong table.

On the left was Qin Zihan, wearing home-style silk pajamas. She was intellectual, elegant, and had a cool temperament, as if she were not playing mahjong, but conducting a rigorous academic deduction.

In front of her, the chips were piled up like a small mountain.

On the right was Nightingale, still wearing her capable military combat uniform. She was heroic and spirited, her gaze sharp. Every time she played a tile, it carried an air of decisive killing intent, as if she were not playing cards but deploying a precise tactical raid.

Her chips were neither too many nor too few; she was just breaking even.

Opposite her was Mitsui Reiko, dressed in a gentle kimono with a soft smile on her face. Every gesture exuded the demeanor of a young lady from a prestigious family, and every time she drew a tile, it was as elegant as art.

However, the chips in front of her were almost all gone, and her little face was filled with "grievance" and "pleas for help."

The three S-level babies were being taken care of by nannies, playing in the game area nearby, undisturbed by each other.

Watching this scene, which could be called a "world-famous painting," Lin Yun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He had envisioned countless scenarios where the three women would gather together.

Perhaps it would be mutual respect, perhaps undercurrents, or even an intense "Shuraba."

But he never expected that they would actually be playing mahjong!

"Ahem."

Lin Yun coughed dryly, breaking the strange balance.

"What are you all doing?"

The three women turned their heads simultaneously.

Upon seeing Lin Yun, their faces displayed completely different expressions.

"Husband, you're back!"

A faint, yet heartfelt smile appeared on Qin Zihan's face.

She stood up and naturally helped Lin Yun take off his coat, her movements skillful, just like a gentle wife.

"Mr. Pangu."

Nightingale also stood up and habitually gave Lin Yun a military salute, but there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her eyes.

"Mr. Lin Yun."

Mitsui Reiko, as if she had found a savior, hurried to Lin Yun's side, pitifully clutching his arm and gently shaking it.

"You're finally back! Sister Zihan, she—she's too amazing! My private savings are almost all won by her!"

As she spoke, she used those watery, big eyes to peek at Qin Zihan, as if silently accusing her.

Qin Zihan just smiled faintly and pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Sister Reiko, you can't blame me for this."

"Playing mahjong is essentially a comprehensive competition involving probability theory, game theory, and psychology."

"I just applied some basic 'Quantum Superposition Tile-Reading Methods' and 'Chaos Mathematical Optimal Playing Strategies'."

"Your every breath, heartbeat, and even the tiny twitch of your eye muscles will change the 'entropy' of the game. To me, all the tiles are face up."

Mitsui Reiko listened, stunned, her small mouth slightly agape, her face clearly showing "I don't understand, but it seems awesome."

"Sister Zihan, what you're saying… why can't I understand a single word?"

Nightingale snorted coldly and slammed an "Eight Wan" tile onto the table.

"It's just mahjong, why so much nonsense."

"What you rely on is intuition, momentum, and killing intent!"

"I can clearly perceive the 'killing intent fluctuations' of everyone at the mahjong table. Who wants to win off my tiles, who is making a big hand—I know it all clearly."

"Reiko, you're just too soft-hearted and lack killing intent, which is why you keep dealing into others' hands."

Mitsui Reiko felt even more aggrieved being lectured by the two "Goddess Sisters."

She felt like she wasn't playing mahjong with people, but with two non-humans who had activated "cheats"!

One crushed with science, the other suppressed with metaphysics!

How is this even playable?

Watching this scene, which was harmonious yet contained a hint of eerie competition, Lin Yun couldn't help but chuckle.

He knew that although these three women had completely different personalities, they all possessed S-level intelligence and potential.

It was quite interesting that they were using this unique method to build relationships with each other.

"Alright, alright, stop bullying Reiko."

Lin Yun walked to the mahjong table, protected Mitsui Reiko behind him, and said with a smile to Qin Zihan and Nightingale.

"She is from Country R, how could she understand the profoundness of our Dragon Country mahjong."

"I'll play a few rounds for her."

Qin Zihan and Nightingale exchanged glances, a spark of challenge flashing in their eyes.

"Sure."

Qin Zihan's lips curled up, "I want to see if your 'card skills' are as 'divine' as the miracles you create."

"Mr. Pangu, please go easy on us."

Nightingale's eyes also ignited with a competitive spirit.

An internal family "God of Mahjong" championship quietly began.

However, the result once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

After Lin Yun sat at the table, Qin Zihan's "Quantum Tile-Reading Method" failed.

She discovered that she was completely unable to predict Lin Yun's tiles; Lin Yun's thinking seemed to be shrouded in chaos, with no pattern to speak of.

Nightingale's "Killing Intent Perception" also failed.

She couldn't feel any emotional fluctuations from Lin Yun; Lin Yun was like an unfathomable ancient well, terrifyingly calm.

And every time Lin Yun played a tile, it was light and breezy, yet he could always perfectly disrupt their game.

He never went for big hands, always winning with small ones, but he was able to ensure they couldn't win a single big hand.

Half an hour later, the chips in front of Qin Zihan and Nightingale were flowing to Lin Yun at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mitsui Reiko, on the other hand, was watching with a beaming smile, occasionally serving tea and water for Lin Yun, or massaging his shoulders and back like a loyal little fan.

"I'm not playing! I'm not playing!"

Qin Zihan was the first to push over her tiles, her face showing a rare, little-girl-like annoyance.

"Your playing style completely defies logic! It defies science!"

Nightingale also put down her tiles, looking at Lin Yun with complex eyes.

"There is no flow of 'Qi' on your body. How on earth did you do that?"

Lin Yun just smiled mysteriously.

"Heavenly secrets must not be leaked."

Just kidding, he was a man who possessed a God-level Physique and the Chaos Hacker Network.

Never mind playing mahjong; he could even directly tamper with the mahjong machine's program, getting whatever tiles he wanted.

Playing against them was simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

However, he didn't do that.

He was simply enjoying this warm, harmonious family atmosphere.

Watching the three women who could have originally been "enemies" now sitting together harmoniously, bickering over small wins and losses, Lin Yun felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Alright, it's getting late, everyone should get some rest early."

Lin Yun stood up and stretched.

"Tomorrow, there are more important things to do."

The gazes of Qin Zihan, Nightingale, and Mitsui Reiko simultaneously landed on Lin Yun.

They knew that every time Lin Yun said there was "something more important to do," it meant that the world was about to undergo another earth-shattering transformation.

"Husband, are you going to…"

Qin Zihan couldn't help but ask.

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth curled into a mysterious smile.

"The Eagle Sauce President has been kneeling at the airport for almost a day now."

"It's time to go see him and have a good 'chat' about our 'old scores and new grudges'."