533: Uncomfortable morning wind

Feng Chen only felt his face burning, and the whispers in his ears pricked him like needles.

“I told you his luck had run out, didn’t I? He’s lost two in a row, what’s so divine about that?”

“Was he not a shill before? Give us some sweetness first, and now start reeling us in?”

“Twenty thousand taels… just like that, gone. Tsk tsk, looking at him, he’s probably lost almost all his family fortune.”

Those flattering words vanished without a trace, replaced by undisguised doubt and ridicule.

The woman who had just been by his side also had a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes.

“Twilight’s loyal believer, Lord Feng, don’t worry, I believe in you, you’ll definitely succeed next time!”

Although the woman was gloating, she hid it very well, still comforting Feng Chen at this moment.

“You’re right! Next time, I’ll definitely succeed! Those who don’t believe me, just wait!”

Hearing the woman’s comfort, Feng Chen also became confident.

“Hahahahaha! I knew it! Buy the opposite of him! There’s definitely no mistake! I’m raking in the cash!”

Da Congming, holding a pile of silver, was laughing so hard his mouth couldn’t close. He really liked Feng Chen; damn it, he let him freeload so much silver.

“Holy crap! You’re that lucky? If I had known, I would’ve bought with you! I regret it so much!”

Another person was filled with regret. He had just lost dozens of taels again because he believed Feng Chen. If only he had bought with the person in front of him!

“One more time… one more time and I can definitely win it back!”

Feng Chen clutched at a straw, pushing all the remaining silver in front of him forward in one go, his voice trembling slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“This round… this round I’m still betting on big! All in!”

Feng Chen went all in directly. In a casino, going all in requires immense courage.

But Feng Chen’s all-in wasn’t based on courage, but rather on fear!

That’s right, he was scared. He started to regret it. Why did he go all in? Wouldn’t it be better to keep some money?

“Which one…”

Feng Chen regretted it. He wanted to keep some money, but he pushed it all in at once.

“I’m sorry, once a bet is placed, there’s no taking it back!”

The maid grabbed Feng Chen’s small hand that was trying to pull back the silver. Her strength was surprisingly great. Clearly, the unassuming maid in front of him was a Cultivator!

“I just wanted to touch the silver! After all, they’ll come back to me sooner or later!”

Feng Chen was a bit embarrassed and found a decent excuse.

“Hahahaha! Sooner or later they’ll come back to him! It’d be good if he doesn’t lose everything!”

Someone snickered.

“Exactly, exactly. He went all in at once. Is he going for broke?”

“If he loses again, Feng Chen won’t have any money left, right?!”

“Hahahaha, he earned tens of thousands a few days ago, and today he lost it all back. This perfectly fits my worldview!”

Many people started to mock Feng Chen, and surprisingly, these mocking people and those who had just praised Feng Chen were the same group.

“Is Young Master Feng giving up?”

“Tsk tsk, this must be his last possession, right? He’s really crazy! He didn’t even leave a little!”

“I think it’s unlikely. If he loses three times in a row, his luck is truly unparalleled!”

The maid shaking the dice still wore that faint smile, as if she had long anticipated this scene.

“I’m also going all in! This time, I’m betting everything on small!”

Da Congming, who had just bet opposite Feng Chen, also came. He casually placed all his silver on the opposite side of Feng Chen’s bet.

“You damn it!”

Feng Chen was instantly angry when he saw this scene. This person had just gone against him and ended up earning hundreds of taels!

Who could tolerate this person’s actions? Wasn’t his behavior clearly going against him?

“What do you mean, ‘you’? What? Does Young Master I need your permission to bet? Is this casino owned by your family?”

“If you want to bet big, bet big. If I want to bet small, I’ll bet small. What does it have to do with you?”

“I could even say that if you don’t bet small with me, then you’re going against me!”

Da Congming said fearlessly.

Leaving aside that Feng Chen was just a down-and-out Young Master, even at Feng Chen’s Peak, he wouldn’t necessarily be afraid.

One must know, this was the Tan Family’s territory. Even the Peak Feng Family wouldn’t dare to act wildly here.

“This is a gambling house, not a martial arts arena. It’s not for you to argue. Have you all placed your bets? Once placed, no changes!”

Feng Chen originally wanted to retort, but hearing the maid say this, he lost his temper.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll begin!”

The maid picked up the dice cup, gently twisted her wrist, and the crisp clattering sound echoed again. This time, to Feng Chen, it sounded like the drumbeat of death.

He stared intently at the maid’s hands, his heart pounding, almost leaping out of his throat.

He silently chanted in his heart, “Big… it must be big… please…”

Da Congming was also praying, only he was doing the opposite of Feng Chen.

“Small! Small! Small! It must be small… Heaven bless!”

Da Congming chanted silently in his heart.

Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling as long as a century.

“Open!”

As the maid’s voice fell, the dice cup was lifted, and three dice lay quietly there, their points clearly visible.

“One-one-two, four points… small.”

The maid’s voice was not loud, but it exploded in Feng Chen’s ears like a clap of thunder.

He froze, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

The surrounding roars of laughter surged like a tide, almost lifting the roof of the gambling house.

“Haha! It’s small again! Three times in a row! Is this Feng Chen cursed with bad luck?”

“I told you he couldn’t last the third round! Now look, his family fortune is completely empty!”

“Look at his foolish expression, his eyes are glazed over, he probably hasn’t even reacted yet!”

Da Congming slapped his thigh hard, clutching the silver he had won and laughing so hard he swayed back and forth: “See, see? Bet against me, and you’ll have a villa by the sea! Feng Chen, oh Feng Chen, you truly are my lucky star! I should set up a memorial tablet for you someday!”

Feng Chen’s face instantly drained of color, his fingertips cold as if he were holding a block of ice.

He stared fixedly at the three dice: one-one-two, four points, small… The numbers seemed to come alive, twisting and jumping before his eyes, turning into mocking faces.

The woman who had just feigned comfort now could no longer hide the schadenfreude at the corner of her mouth, quietly stepping back two paces, as if afraid of being tainted by his “bad luck.”

Those who had been calling him “Lord Feng” just a few days ago were now either pointing fingers or covering their mouths to snicker, the disdain in their eyes pricking him like needles.

“No… impossible…”

Feng Chen’s voice was as unpleasant as if he had eaten excrement.

“You must have cheated! These dice are rigged!”