Chapter Seventy: Can It Be Won Back?

Jiang Yuechan said nothing more and had someone bring Wang Bo out. At this moment, Wang Bo was drenched in cold sweat; it was clear he had just endured quite an ordeal.

Jiang Yuechan walked gracefully to a gambling table, her slender fingers casually playing with the chips upon it. Yet her eyes never left Qin Feng, as if she were examining some fascinating antique.

“My young friend, your companion played rather big here and owes a bit of money,” Jiang Yuechan covered her mouth and laughed softly. “What do you say? Shall we settle the debt first, and then have a proper talk?”

“How much does he owe?” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone betraying neither anger nor joy.

“Not much, not much, only fifty million,” Jiang Yuechan replied offhandedly, as if fifty million were no different from five dollars in her eyes.

“Fifty million?” Before Qin Feng could respond, Wang Bo cried out, “Sister Hua, I only borrowed ten million!”

Jiang Yuechan’s brows knitted in a frown as she shot Wang Bo a cold glare, instantly silencing him.

“My young friend, as you see, the accounts are a bit muddled. Perhaps you should ask your friend what exactly happened?” Jiang Yuechan looked at Qin Feng with a half-smile, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

Qin Feng understood perfectly well what was going on; this woman was clearly trying to extort him. Still, he had no desire to waste time on such trifles, but to let himself be taken advantage of? Was he, Qin Feng, someone who could be bullied so easily?

“Heh, the money is no issue. But I have a question,” Qin Feng’s lips curved into a playful smile, his gaze never straying from Jiang Yuechan’s alluring face.

Being stared at so directly by Qin Feng, Jiang Yuechan actually felt a trace of unease. Yet she was a woman who had weathered many storms, and quickly regained her composure. With a bewitching gesture, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and parted her red lips. “Ask away.”

“You say my friend lost money gambling here. Does that mean I can win it back?” Qin Feng’s tone was calm, betraying no emotion.

“Of course,” Jiang Yuechan agreed without hesitation, though she sneered inwardly. Money that entered her pocket—take it back? Dream on!

Qin Feng drew a black card from his pocket and handed it to a nearby attendant—this was his share of the profits from Jade Pavilion.

The attendant, hands trembling, swiped the card. When he saw the balance displayed on the machine, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had worked in the casino for years, but never encountered such a lavish guest.

Jiang Yuechan’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. So, he’s a big fish. She masked her excitement, laughing charmingly, “Young Master Qin, you are truly straightforward. Then let us begin.”

“Wait.” Qin Feng’s hand paused as he toyed with the chips, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I have a habit—I like to play with a bit of excitement.”

“Oh? What kind of excitement does Young Master Qin have in mind?” Jiang Yuechan asked with keen interest, though she became inwardly more vigilant.

Qin Feng did not answer directly; instead, his gaze shifted to the cold, striking woman standing not far behind Jiang Yuechan, who had been watching in silence.

The woman was dressed in black, strikingly beautiful, her eyebrows hinting at a martial air. In her hand she gripped a Tang sword, making it clear she was no ordinary person.

Noticing Qin Feng’s gaze, a glint of ice flashed in the woman’s eyes, and her grip on the sword tightened. A wave of fierce pressure instantly locked onto Qin Feng.

The temperature seemed to drop around them. Other guests and attendants, sensing the invisible tension, paused and watched nervously.

“I want to gamble with her,” Qin Feng remained unfazed, his smile growing even more provocative.

“You—!” The woman in black was incensed, about to erupt, when Jiang Yuechan stopped her.

“Axiu, mind your manners,” Jiang Yuechan reprimanded softly, then turned back to Qin Feng, a playful look in her eyes. “Young Master Qin, are you sure you want to gamble with her? She’s our top dealer—no one has ever beaten her.”

“Is that so? Then I’m all the more eager to try,” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone full of challenge.

“Very well! Since Young Master Qin is so eager, I shall risk myself for your pleasure,” a cold gleam flickered in Jiang Yuechan’s eyes before she signaled to Axiu. “Axiu, go and entertain Young Master Qin.”

“Yes, Miss.” Axiu replied respectfully, then approached the table, fixing Qin Feng with a piercing gaze. “How would you like to play?”

“Let’s keep it simple—dice,” Qin Feng casually picked up a die, spinning it deftly between his fingers. “Guess big or small. What do you say?”

“Agreed,” Axiu answered without hesitation. In her mind, so long as she wished to win, no one could best her at any game.

“Straightforward!” Qin Feng snapped his fingers and called to the attendant, “Bring one hundred million in chips.”

The attendant was momentarily stunned. In all his days here, he had never seen anyone place such a huge bet right off, let alone against Sister Xiu.

He instinctively looked to Jiang Yuechan, and upon seeing her slight nod, hurried off to prepare the chips.

Soon, a mountain-like stack of chips worth one hundred million was set upon the table, gleaming temptingly.

Qin Feng looked at Axiu across the table. He refused to believe that, with his clairvoyant eye and the gambling techniques passed down by the Master of Fortune, he could possibly lose.

At this moment, Yang Tianchen, who had been silent all along, could not help but lean in beside Qin Feng and ask, “Brother Qin, do you know how to gamble?”

Though Yang Tianchen trusted Qin Feng’s abilities, gambling depended on skill, not just strength.

“Heh, just watch me,” Qin Feng replied. He then looked across at Axiu.

“One round, one hundred million. How about it?”

His words sent a fresh wave of shock through the crowd. This was dice, not poker—one round, one hundred million on big or small. Was he mad?

Even Axiu was taken aback. Though she was a master of the craft, such a wager required Jiang Yuechan’s approval.

She turned to Jiang Yuechan, who smiled and said, “Heh, since Young Master Qin insists, how can we refuse?”

With Jiang Yuechan’s assent, Axiu hesitated no longer. “Let’s begin.”

Axiu’s expression grew focused. Her fair, slender index finger tapped lightly on the table—once, twice, three times—producing a crisp sound.

The spectators held their breath, eyes locked on the table, afraid to miss a single detail.

They did not know who this young man was, but his boldness in challenging Axiu clearly marked him as no ordinary guest.

“Young Master Qin, please make your guess,” Axiu placed the dice cup steadily on the table, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

“No rush, no rush,” Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. Lifting a glass of red wine from the table, he gently swirled it and drew in a deep breath. Instantly, the rich bouquet of the wine filled the air. “Excellent wine, truly excellent wine.”