534: Feng Chen is going to die

He lunged at the dice cup, but the maid easily stopped him.

The maid's eyes remained calm, but the strength in her hand was unyielding: "Young Master Feng, a bet is a bet. The Tan Family's gambling house would never resort to such tricks!"

"If you think there's a problem with our gambling house, then please provide evidence! Otherwise, we have the right to...

The maid didn't finish her sentence, but anyone with eyes could see the threat in her words.

"Hahahaha! Exactly! Why would such a big gambling house bother to cheat you out of your money?"

Da Congming also started to mock him. That last move had earned him a few thousand taels, and he was ecstatic.

"You!"

Feng Chen was furious and was about to fight Da Congming.

"What are you doing? Want to fight?"

A large man held Feng Chen back.

"This is the Tan Family's territory. Do you think you can fight here without asking us first?"

The large man said.

"You!"

Feng Chen tried to say something else, but the other party slapped him, completely stunning Feng Chen.

"What's going on? What's all this noise?"

Hearing the commotion, Qin Wei also came out with Lin Henian and the brocade-clad young man.

"Boss! Someone's causing trouble!"

The large man explained the situation to Qin Wei.

"Oh? So that's what happened!"

Qin Wei smiled sinisterly, while Lin Henian looked at Feng Chen with disappointment.

It seemed he had thought too much. Feng Chen was still the same as before. He was truly disappointed.

"Young Master Tan, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first!"

Seeing this, Lin Henian left directly. He was only going through the motions anyway, and he didn't like the atmosphere here.

"Old Master Lin, take care!"

Qin Wei said hypocritically.

"Father-in-law, save me! Father-in-law!"

Feng Chen tried to ask Lin Henian for help, but the latter completely ignored him.

It wasn't until Lin Henian left that Feng Chen's expression turned to despair.

"Lord Feng! How did you become so pathetic after just a few minutes?"

Qin Wei laughed heartily and walked over to Feng Chen.

"Boss Tan! Can you lend me some money... As long as you give me some money, I'll pay you back when I win later!"

Feng Chen said.

"This... This puts me in a difficult position!"

Qin Wei said with difficulty.

"How about this, Young Master Wang has money, why don't you ask him if he'll lend it to you?"

Qin Wei pointed to the brocade-clad young man beside him. He was from the Wang Family, Wang Ming's older brother.

Ever since Wang Ming went missing, he had been looking for Wang Ming's whereabouts. Then Qin Wei told him that Feng Chen had killed Wang Ming.

Although he found it hard to believe, Qin Wei presented evidence, which made him believe it.

"Young Master Wang! Please! Lend me some money!"

"Please!"

Feng Chen knelt down directly. At this moment, he had lost all his previous vigor and was like a clown.

The brocade-clad young man looked down at Feng Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, with no pity in his eyes, only cold disgust.

He slowly squatted down, suddenly pinching Feng Chen's chin, forcing him to look up.

"Lend you money?"

Young Master Wang looked at Feng Chen with interest.

Then, the brocade-clad young man's hand, which was pinching Feng Chen's chin, suddenly loosened, and Feng Chen fell heavily to the ground, his chin burning with pain.

The young man stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from his robe, and slowly said, "It's not impossible to lend you money, but I never do a losing business."

Feng Chen seemed to grasp at the last straw, kowtowing frantically.

"I'll agree to whatever conditions Young Master Wang sets! As long as you lend me silver, I will definitely return it with interest!"

The young man glanced at the gambling table, then at Feng Chen's pale face, and suddenly laughed.

"Alright, I'll lend you ten thousand taels. But the interest will be calculated daily, one-tenth interest per day. If you can't pay it back..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Feng Chen's neck, "Then use your life to pay for it!"

This made the surrounding people gasp. One-tenth daily interest was practically robbery, but Feng Chen only heard the words "ten thousand taels" and didn't care about the interest. He nodded repeatedly: "I agree! I will definitely pay it back!"

The young man raised his hand to the attendant behind him, who immediately handed over a stack of silver notes.

Feng Chen snatched the silver notes and rushed to the gambling table, forgetting to even say thank you.

Qin Wei watched from the side, chuckling, and cupped his hands to the young man: "Young Master Wang's move is brilliant!"

When you want to kill someone, the main thing is to have a justifiable reason!

The young man sneered, not responding, just staring at Feng Chen's back, his eyes sinister.

Feng Chen held the ten thousand taels of silver notes, his hands trembling.

He slammed the silver notes on the table, his voice hoarse: "Bet big this time! All ten thousand taels!"

The surrounding gamblers boiled over again.

"Is Lord Feng going to turn the tables?"

Someone looked expectant.

More people, however, were waiting to see him make a fool of himself—after all, how could someone who had lost three times in a row easily turn their luck around?

Da Congming, who had just won money, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and bet half his silver on small: "I'll bet against him again!"

The maid shaking the dice cup remained expressionless, her wrist lightly turning, the sound of the dice colliding like a hammer on Feng Chen's heart.

He stared intently at the dice cup, muttering continuously: "Big, big, big..."

"Open!"

"One, one, three, five points, small!"

The silver notes instantly vanished.

Feng Chen sat stunned in his chair, all his strength seemingly drained, repeatedly muttering: "How could this be... How is it small again...?"

The surrounding laughter erupted again, louder than before.

Da Congming counted the silver he had won, grinning from ear to ear: "I say, Lord Feng, your luck is really bad. Why don't you just go home early?"

Feng Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at the brocade-clad young man, his voice tearful: "Young Master Wang... Lend me a little more... Just a little... I can definitely win it back..."

The young man slowly walked over, looking down at him, a hint of mockery on his lips: "Feng Chen, do you think I'll still believe you?"

"I really can win! Please!"

Feng Chen tried to kneel, but he was stopped by the attendant beside the young man.

The young man took a piece of paper from the attendant's hand and threw it in front of Feng Chen: "Look, ten thousand taels principal, plus one day's interest, you now owe me eleven thousand taels. I gave you a chance, but you were useless."

Feng Chen looked at the paper with the debt written on it, his hand trembled, and the paper fluttered to the ground. He then remembered the terrifying interest, and his face instantly turned pale: "I... I don't have money now... Can I have a few more days?"

"A few more days?"

The young man looked as if he had heard a joke.

"The rules of my Wang Family never allow for extensions. You killed my brother Wang Ming, that debt hasn't been settled yet, and now you owe me money... Do you think I'll let you leave alive?"