NOVGO.NET Chapter 1339 - Chapter 1339 Chapter 1138 Really Became a Target_1
Chapter 1339: Chapter 1138: Really Became a Target_1 Chapter 1339: Chapter 1138: Really Became a Target_1 Soon they reached the Mahjong round, and the two were playing a two-person version of Mahjong.
After confirming there was nothing wrong with the Mahjong tiles, they started shuffling. Being experienced players, each could tell by the other’s technique that they had the same idea.
It looked as though their hands were constantly moving, but the tiles beneath them remained the same few.
Seeing this, Tong Sanlang sped up, his hands blurring into afterimages as he thoroughly mixed up Mo Buping’s tiles beneath his hands.
In the world of Martial Arts, speed is unbeatable. As long as Mo Buping couldn’t match his speed, Tong Sanlang was sure to win this round.
Mo Buping, seeing this, simply stopped shuffling. The slight smile that was always present on his face showed a different expression for the first time. He said helplessly, “Lord Count Tong, if you do this, we can’t continue the game.”
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang laughed, “You should have heard of my reputation. You ought to have been prepared for such a situation.”
“Are you referring to the incident with the dice shattering?” Mo Buping asked.
“No, I didn’t shatter them,” Tong Sanlang shook his head.
“Could it be that there was an unknown expert passing by who, upon seeing your talent, decided to lend a hand out of a sense of justice?” Mo Buping asked.
“That day I was just lucky, just like today. As you said, the God of Luck is on my side,” Tong Sanlang’s smile held a trace of solemnity.
“Then let’s not continue. How can a man fight against a god? I can’t win; I concede,” Mo Buping said as he stood up.
Tong Sanlang “…”
What the heck was this twist?
When it involved his own interests, Tong Sanlang couldn’t afford to lose even one round. This person, Mo Buping, brought in by those people as a gambling expert specifically to deal with him, was now conceding on the seventh round?
Wasn’t that child’s play?
The civil and military officials surrounding the arena were discussing the fact that Mo Buping conceded so easily, with several even openly scolding him.
This was too chaotic!
Mo Buping, bearing the criticism of the high officials, remained calm, “Gentlemen, as you can see, today the God of Luck stands with Lord Count Tong. Besides, Lord Count Tong himself is also extraordinarily skilled. I can’t win against him.”
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately rebuked, “You should at least try before saying that!”
“No need to try, I can’t win,” Mo Buping said, looking towards Yang Wenxiao in the stands.
Yang Wenxiao curled his lips into a smile, “Since you’ve conceded, let’s not waste time. We’ll proceed as the Emperor previously stated, starting now, the Royal takes control of all the Gambling Houses.”
Having said that, he ignored the discussions and pleas of the civil and military officials, stood up, and left the stands heading towards the Imperial Palace.
It was meant to be a mere formality anyway. Now that Mo Buping had seen the reality of the situation, there was no need to waste time.
However, something out of the ordinary usually implies mischief. Since Mo Buping was put forward by those people, he must have some exceptional ability. His direct concession this time indicated that something was amiss.
Back at Da’an Palace, Yang Wenxiao asked Yang Hao to take charge of the Gambling House affair. Then, he summoned Ren Zhong and ordered him to strengthen Palace security, while also sending Tong Sanlang secretly to the Imperial Guards’ Military Camp outside the city with his orders.
If there were any disturbances in Capital City, he wanted to ensure that the situation could be kept stable.
“After this ordeal, you and your spouse have also become targets. I suggest that both of you stay in Capital City for the time being and return to the manor after this storm has passed,” Yang Wenxiao finished arranging everything and took the opportunity to speak to Qiao Xiaomai during lunch.
Qiao Xiaomai, “… How long will this storm last?”
“That’s hard to say, like how Yuchi Country is claimed to be up to something, yet there’s been no movement for several months.”
Qiao Xiaomai, “… So we’ll have to stay for at least a few months?”
“That’s why I suggest you move to Capital City directly,” Yang Ye couldn’t help but interject.
Qiao Xiaomai “…”
Yang Wenxiao was intentionally making them targets, wasn’t he…
[A storm is brewing, and the wind fills the building]