Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 562 - 542: He Owes You Money, and You Still Want to Let Him Go?

"Don't be scared, I'll win you back."

Ren Feng had a gentle smile on his face, as if he were acting in a movie, or as if he were a seasoned hero who had already rescued countless beauties.

Jiang Moshu breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know how Ren Feng got there, since he had arrived, she felt safe. She remembered the terrifying strength Ren Feng had demonstrated in Suhang.

"Where'd a street punk like you come from?" Mr. Ma hadn't grasped the situation yet. He had quite a few people guarding the place. How did this kid get in?

"Slick, where the hell have you been?"

"Stop shouting," Ren Feng waved his hand. "I don't know who 'Slick' is, but I know he's already knocked out and can't answer your questions."

Mr. Ma pointed his gun at Ren Feng, sneeringly said, "I didn't realize you're quite the expert. So, you wanna try if you can run faster than my bullets?"

"You'll definitely lose," Ren Feng slightly smirked, "But I'll give you a chance. Let's make a bet, according to the rules, I'll win her back."

Mr. Ma kicked the chair in front of him, cursing, "Kid, who do you think you are?"

Jingfu and the middle-aged man were both frightened, while Ren Feng seemed indifferent, even turning to smile at Jiang Moshu, "I wasn't late, was I?"

"Hmph," Jiang Moshu snorted lightly, without saying a word.

Mr. Ma felt ignored as if he'd been insulted, but Ren Feng calmly said, "Put your gun away. People like you act tough, but you're more afraid of dying than others. If you fire, you'll bring the cops here, and then you'd lose everything. Even if you escape, you'd be wanted by the police."

While Ren Feng spoke, he flicked his right hand lightly, and immediately beside him, a bottle shattered.

Mr. Ma was shocked inside!

"Which gang are you from?"

"Wind Mark," Ren Feng said with a smile, "You don't know them."

Mr. Ma hesitated for a second and said, "You said you wanted to make a bet with me?"

"Yes, a bet," Ren Feng nodded.

"What do you want to bet on?" Mr. Ma asked.

"You can decide," Ren Feng said, "Cards or dice, either is fine."

"What if you lose?" Mr. Ma asked.

"Since it's gambling, naturally, we follow casino rules." Ren Feng took out a credit card from his pocket, "If I lose, this card is yours. It has at least a hundred million in it."

"A hundred million?" Mr. Ma snickered.

Ren Feng didn't respond to him, instead pointed to Jiang Moshu, "Of course, if I win, I take her."

"Alright. I'll bet you once," Mr. Ma said viciously.

"Bring the dice."

A lackey quickly ran into the room and brought a few dice and a dice cup.

"You first," Mr. Ma pushed the dice towards Ren Feng.

Ren Feng picked up the dice and nonchalantly asked, "High-stakes or low?"

"High-stakes!" Mr. Ma said, "Whoever rolls higher wins."

Ren Feng nodded, placed six dice on the table, and slapped his palm, and suddenly, the six dice flew up.

With just one move, Mr. Ma was stunned, his expression grew serious.

Ren Feng just shook once and covered it with the cup.

"You lift it," Ren Feng said, "so you won't suspect I tampered while opening."

Mr. Ma watched Ren Feng and lifted the cup at once, only to find six sixes lying there, with one on top of the other five dice.

A straight! Mr. Ma stared at Ren Feng as if he'd seen a ghost.

This guy was definitely a pro!

"Looks like you lost," Ren Feng smiled.

Mr. Ma wasn't willing to accept defeat. He directly poked Ren Feng's chest with a gun, "I forgot to mention earlier, best two out of three! This time, we'll bet low."

"Aren't you going against your word? That's not very nice, is it?" Ren Feng squinted.

"I'd advise you to behave," Mr. Ma pressed the gun against Ren Feng's chest, "otherwise, my gun might accidentally fire."

"Fine," Ren Feng reached for the dice.

"Wait." Mr. Ma shouted. "This time, I'll go first."

Holding the gun aimed at Ren Feng with one hand, Mr. Ma used his other hand to cover the dice with the cup, shaking them several times on the table, then lifted it up and shook it wildly in the air, the sound of dice clashing incessantly.

Bang!

The cup landed.

"Open it," Mr. Ma said coldly.

Ren Feng opened it. Sure enough, it was six ones, all red.

"I'm the dealer, even if you can roll six ones, I still win," Mr. Ma sneered, "So you can't take this woman."

"I haven't rolled yet, how do you know?" Ren Feng smiled calmly, picked up the dice, shook it a few times vigorously, and then slammed it onto the table.

The action was simple and rough!

"Will you open it, or should I?" Ren Feng asked.

"I will," Mr. Ma lifted Ren Feng's cup at once, dumbfounded.

Before him was just one small red dot because the other five dice were all shattered!

"I won again," Ren Feng said with a smile.

"You're cheating," Mr. Ma sneered, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Looks like you don't know how to accept defeat," Ren Feng squinted.

He pointed his gun at Ren Feng, "This is my turf, everything I say goes!"

"That's really unfortunate."

Ren Feng moved suddenly, and before Mr. Ma realized what was happening, there was a gun aimed at his head.

His gun had disappeared somehow, and the one on his forehead looked quite familiar.

"You, you!" Mr. Ma was so shocked he couldn't speak. Fast! It was incredibly fast!

"Still think you call the shots?"

Ren Feng had a smile on his face, a smile that sent chills down Mr. Ma's spine.

"No, no."

Mr. Ma swallowed hard.

The other thugs didn't dare move, and suddenly, Ren Feng kneed Mr. Ma in the stomach, causing him to collapse to the ground like a shrimp tossed into hot oil.

"Cough cough"

The pain made Mr. Ma cough violently, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Boss." The other thugs couldn't bother blocking Jiang Moshu anymore, all rushing to help Mr. Ma.

Ren Feng raised his gun, and they backed off instantly.

Then, he kicked Mr. Ma's backside, saying, "So, did I win now?"

"Y-yes." Mr. Ma gasped painfully with each word.

Ren Feng pointed to Jiang Moshu again, "Now, can I take her away?"

"Yes, you can." Mr. Ma was nearly in tears.

Jingfu tugged on Jiang Moshu's hand, Jiang Moshu spoke up, "What about her?"

"Oh right, there's that girl too."

"Yes, yes, you can take them all." Mr. Ma was truly terrified of Ren Feng now.

Jingfu sighed in relief, and the middle-aged man beside her became excited, "Let me go! Aren't you afraid he'll beat you up?"

The middle-aged man pushed the thug who was watching him, his face full of excitement.

"Daughter, daughter." The middle-aged man walked over excitedly, "Daughter, my good daughter, you're amazing! Don't worry, I'll never gamble again, I swear."

"You said that last time too." Jingfu said with some fear.

Jiang Moshu frowned, more disgust in her eyes.

Mr. Ma, hearing the middle-aged man's shouting, looked up at Ren Feng with a pleading face, "He can go too, you can take him back as well."

But to his disappointment, Ren Feng didn't give him a smile in return.

Instead, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Ren Feng grabbed his suit and lifted Mr. Ma off the ground.

He slammed him onto the big desk and started slapping his face with his other hand.

Left slap, right slap.

Another slap, one more slap.

After more than a dozen slaps, he finally vented a bit, cursing, "How do you run a casino? How do you do business? Can people just not pay their debts? Don't you have any professional ethics? Why would you let him go? On what grounds would you let him go? He owes you so much money, how can you let him go?"