Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 915 If I Win, I\'ll Treat You to a Drink. If I Lose, I\'ll Treat You to a Meal.

But even so, he was still pressed against the ground by Ye Feng.

If someone had told them before the game that this would happen, they would never have believed it.

What kind of joke was this?

One was the Gambling King who had won the title of \'Gambling King\' twice in a row, while the other was a nameless nobody who had appeared out of nowhere.

Even a fool would know who would win in this match.

However, as the competition progressed to this point, everyone present had already become fools.

This result had completely overturned their understanding.

The king was about to become a dead man, but the nameless soldier had crossed the river and was about to become a general.

Everyone looked at Hong Jiajun with complicated emotions.

They didn\'t know if they should comfort him or encourage him.

Hong Jiajun hated these stares. He was the Gambling King, the leader of the younger generation of the Hong family, and the hope of the family.

He didn\'t need anyone\'s sympathy, he only needed their admiration!

At this time, Ye Feng suddenly asked, "What shall we compete in the third round?"

Hong Jiajun stared at the young man in front of him. This man, who seemed to be younger than him but had the strength to crush him, had personally pulled him down from the throne and stomped on his face a few times.

He had never hated someone as much as he did now.

According to his original plan, he was going to bet on the third round to see the actual combat strength of the two.

But at this moment, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Wait a moment."

He slowly stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The gamblers who were waiting for the results outside saw the door of the private room open and thought that the results were out. They were about to surround them and ask.

However, when they met Hong Jiajun\'s cold gaze, they retreated in fear.

Hong Jiajun went straight into his office, but he quickly returned to the private room.

The door closed with a bang.

The gamblers looked at each other.

"What\'s wrong with Mr. Hong? His expression was so ugly. Did he lose?"

"Are you kidding me? Mr. Hong had won the title of Gambling King twice in a row. How could he lose?"

"But his gaze just now was too scary. It was as if he wanted to kill someone. No matter how you look at it, it doesn\'t look like he won."

"This... We don\'t know much about it. We should wait for the final result."

"Do you dare to take a gamble if you suspect Mr. Hong? I bet 100,000 on Mr. Hong."

"Only 100,000? I believe in Mr. Hong\'s ability. I\'ll bet 1 million."

"I bet 2 million on Mr. Hong."

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In the private room, everyone looked at Hong Jiajun in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

Just as everyone was puzzled, they suddenly saw him take out a golden revolver from his pocket.

Everyone\'s expression changed drastically. They thought that he was going to kill someone in a hurry, so they all tried to persuade him.

"Mr. Hong, don\'t be rash. We can discuss anything."

"Yeah, it\'s just a gamble. There\'s no need to make it this far."

"Put down the gun. Let\'s sit down and talk."

"Mr. Little Hong, calm down…"

Although Helen already despised Hong Jiajun a little, she had to stop him, fearing that he would do something extreme.

Meanwhile, Cheng Fei\'er\'s hand slowly reached into her bag. If Hong Jiajun really dared to point his gun at Ye Feng, she would shoot without hesitation.

Ye Feng was probably the only one who could remain calm. He had gotten another glass of red wine from somewhere and was slowly savoring it.

Hong Jiajun had intended to scare him, but seeing that he was still unmoved, he was filled with hatred.

"What are you all thinking? I\'m not going to kill someone just because I lost a match."

He immediately looked at those who were trying to persuade him.

"Then why are you holding a gun?" Helen heaved a sigh of relief, but she still asked worriedly.

Hong Jiajun looked straight at Ye Feng. "Didn\'t you want to know what the third round is? Let\'s compete in this."

As he spoke, he slammed the revolver on the table.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. "Gun techniques? This has nothing to do with gambling, right?"

Hong Jiajun\'s face revealed a crazy smile. "Courage is also very important when it comes to being a cheater. Let\'s compete in courage in the third round."

Ye Feng immediately showed an interested expression. "Tell me the rules?"

Hong Jiajun flicked the revolver of the pistol and shook out all the bullets inside, leaving only one bullet. "There\'s only one bullet left in this gun. The two of us will take turns to roll the dice. We\'ll fire as many shots as we roll. The first to die will be the loser. Do you dare to play?"

When everyone heard his rules, they were so scared that their faces turned pale.

"Doesn\'t this mean that one out of two people will die?"

"Isn\'t this too bloody? Isn\'t it just a gamble? Why are you betting your life?"

"Mr. Hong, both of you have a bright future ahead of you. There\'s no need to fight to the death."

"This... How did things come to this?"

Cheng Fei\'er and Helen were also panicking.

Hong Jiajun was clearly a little crazy now. He could not be measured with a normal person\'s thinking.

Helen hurriedly continued to persuade him, while Cheng Fei\'er quickly went to persuade Ye Feng, hoping that he would not agree to it rashly.

Hong Jiajun pushed Helen who was trying to persuade him away. He coldly looked at Ye Feng. "Let me ask you again, do you dare to play? If you don\'t dare to play, then lie on the ground and crawl out of the gambling den like a dog, and I\'ll spare your dog life."

"Ye Feng, don\'t agree to him, let\'s go, we don\'t want to play anymore…"

Cheng Fei\'er quickly calmed Ye Feng\'s emotions, telling him not to be rash.

Ye Feng took a sip of the red wine and smiled.

"This game is quite exciting. Alright, I\'ll take it. If I win, I\'ll treat you to a drink. If I lose, I\'ll treat you to a feast."

When everyone heard that he actually agreed, they were so scared that their legs went weak.

How did a gambling match end up like this?