Chapter 436 Lucky Break (2)

loved nephew of Senior Master, but also a genius. He was nurtured by the Mo family since he was young and is somewhat of a rising star in the Tianfeng Country.In this generation, the nephew at the tab...Chapter 436: Good Fortune 2

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get started!" said the other person on stage.

"Let's begin!"

The four people began to deal cards and opened up their fourteen Mahjong tiles...

“Hehe, kid, you were right. Luck is indeed a form of strength.” After looking at his hand, the middle-aged man said happily; it was obvious that he had good tiles.

Not just the middle-aged man, but the other two also revealed hints of joy, yet they did not reveal this openly; only those who were very observant could notice their slight satisfaction.

"Deal cards and play! Don't waste time with so much talk!"

"That's right. Save your words for later!"

Even though they did not show signs of joy, they certainly didn’t have pleasant expressions on their faces. They disliked how these meaningless conversations were wasting their precious time to play cards, especially since each had a good hand.

"Haha, let's get this started! This time I’m going to win big and that kid will even lose his pants! I’ve got the biggest Thirteen Orphans in my hand!! And I'm already listening for a winning combination…" The middle-aged man secretly gloated in his mind.

The other two were similarly pleased; one had Big Four Seasons, while another had Clear Single Suit. If they could self-draw, it would be enough to accumulate substantial money and serve as a foundation for the final round of competition.

They all looked at their cards rather nervously, watching the tiles played by others, but Xianyao dealt his cards casually. However, this greatly disappointed the trio because he did not discard any tile they needed to win.

In fact, even if he had discarded them, they wouldn’t have necessarily won because they wanted to self-draw and didn't want just one victory; moreover, Xianyao only had a single silver coin, and it would be difficult to find him for the money.

If any of these three were to win, Xianyao’s lone silver coin wouldn’t even be enough. They bet on 100 cash coins per game, which although was not double or nothing, could easily exceed a hundredfold in such big games. That would mean ten silver coins; at that time, Xianyao really would have to cough up money he didn't have.

Originally, this kind of competition did not focus on betting money, and one hundred cash coins were enough for each round. However, it wasn’t something ordinary people dared to bet. The most they could usually do was a copper coin per game or even just 1 fen per game; there were ten mils in a fen.

Below the fen level was the mao, which common folk often used. Here, however, they didn’t care about cash coins, and at least started from one hundred cash coins (one silver coin).

"Three of Clubs!" The middle-aged man discarded a tile.

“Win! Sorry to inform you all, but it's just a small win!” Xianyao took the tiles and declared victory in this situation, with the smallest possible winning combination.

This caused everything to boil over like adding water into hot oil!

"F*ck! I had Thirteen Orphans!! And竟然被屁胡了..." The middle-aged man roared angrily; anyone could imagine how depressed he was, being the first one to lose.

When that happened, the other two at his table also let out curses. When they saw their tiles, their mood instantly improved because it turned out others were just as miserable as them!

"Thirteen Orphans, Big Four Seasons, Clear Single Suit, hahaha, this situation is really amusing! To be beaten by a small win!" No one had paid attention to Xianyao's table earlier; now everyone looked at the trio’s reactions and couldn't help laughing.

“Hehe, sorry about that. A small win is still a win. It's all just for fun, no need to worry too much about whether it's big or small.” Xianyao chuckled as he said this, “Pay up, pay up! One hundred cash coins.”

"Just one hundred cash coins Give them to him!"

The trio were depressed but still had to continue. They all silently swore that they would make Xianyao lose a big round as soon as possible.

They stared at Xianyao with resentful eyes, sorting their tiles...

In the next few rounds, it became evident that Xianyao's luck was exceptionally good; he didn’t lose any money after several rounds. Sometimes, he would win a small round himself or someone else would lose him a big round, but no one could ever point out his weak spots.

The tiles he won were also rather annoying to the trio—mostly small wins, with the largest being Two Pair and One Single Tile, which only happened once. It was clear that Xianyao was just starting out, yet his luck was so good they hadn’t been able to beat him even once.

"Humph! So what if you win a little money Even if you do pile up more, I can still take it all back in one go. I’m the kind of player that could enter the finals; you’re just some rookie who wins by luck alone. Let’s see how long your good fortune lasts!" The middle-aged man was quite displeased with Xianyao, feeling like a grape he couldn’t reach.

He wanted to vent his frustration and winning from him once would be enough to do so, yet reality didn't align with his wishes.

"Hehe, this is strength. Luck is also a form of strength!" Xianyao said again, smiling brightly but causing great irritation among the trio seated at the same table.

“I'll see how long you keep up your arrogance. Good luck... Humph!” The middle-aged man flipped through his tiles and saw that he could still make a Mixed Single Suit with them.

"Ah..." Xianyao looked at his tiles and suddenly exclaimed.

"What's the matter" snapped the middle-aged man.

“I think I won!” Xianyao said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What" The three middle-aged men widened their eyes in astonishment. They had just finished dealing the cards, and if you were to win already—

it would be a heaven hand!

"Sorry, I've got good luck today; it's a heaven hand!" Xianyao flipped open his cards. Not only did he get a heaven hand, but he also had four concealed kongs, which added up to more than two hundred times the odds.

"Damn!!"

"What a lucky bastard!!"

The three middle-aged men cursed out loud. Nearby spectators whispered to each other that this boy's luck was unbelievable; he had actually drawn a heaven hand.

"Everyone owes me twenty-three taels and two mace, plus the betting chips," Xianyao said with a smile.

"Humph, it’s just tens of taels of silver. I can afford to lose!" The middle-aged man placed his bets: two ten-tael chips, three one-tael tokens, and three hundred cash coins. He often gambled here, preferring more betting chips since he had mostly won in chips recently.

"I'm out of money; I'll leave now," said a player who put down his chips and left the table. He had already lost quite a bit earlier on and after Xianyao’s round, he didn’t have enough to qualify for the final game.

"Is anyone here to join in" The gambling hall staff immediately looked around for someone to fill the empty spot at the table, but it was hard to find new players at this time. They could only wait until a player left and then combine tables.

"I have to wait I'm done playing!" Xianyao prepared to leave. He had just been having fun; now that he’d played so much, he needed to move on to the next location. But the nearby middle-aged men wouldn’t let him go.

"You want to run away after winning Stay here and I'll get my win back!!" The middle-aged man stopped Xianyao from leaving.

"I don't like wasting time!" Xianyao frowned, clearly indicating that he didn’t wish to stay.

"You're still in the competition. You can't just leave like this!" Before the middle-aged man could speak, someone from the gambling hall pointed out that Xianyao was a competitor who had made it into the finals and won many rounds earlier with his heaven hand.

This contest only recorded the number of rounds won regardless of how much money was wagered. Some tables might have higher stakes than one hundred cash coins, possibly hundreds or even a tael of silver, but this needed everyone's agreement beforehand.

"What competition Isn't this just a gambling den" Xianyao asked curiously, and when he did so, everyone realized that the boy wasn’t here to compete at all.

"This is our regular competition. There’s one every seven days, a large-scale one monthly, and an enormous one yearly. Each time there are many skilled players, not just for gambling but also for our hall's prize money and honor," the gambling den person explained since he didn’t know.

"So that's how it is. It looks like this must be a small-scale event then." Xianyao said.

"Yes, but only if you take part in such events and achieve certain rankings can you enter the monthly contest, which will eventually lead to the yearly one."

"I'm not interested. I'll be here for ten days or so," Xianyao shook his head.

"Perfect timing! In a few days it will already be the monthly competition and then in another couple of days, there's the annual contest." The gambling hall person mentioned that the boy's timing was just right to join in all levels of contests for this period.

... Xianyao fell silent. He hadn’t expected his timing to be so perfect, but even so, it didn't mean he would take part.

"What’s today's prize money"

"One hundred taels!"

"Alright then, I'll play a few more rounds." Xianyao sat back down straight away. Not taking such an amount of money was foolish; besides, Mahjong was actually quite fun and he wouldn’t get tired after several rounds.

In others' eyes, Xianyao only stayed because of the hundred-tael prize money.

"Good that you're staying. I want to show you luck won't always be on your side," said the middle-aged man who hoped this would happen. Soon after, another player was arranged by the gambling hall and they resumed play.

"What great luck! A self-draw, Nine Jewels in Lotus Lantern!" Xianyao seemed to use facts to prove that his luck still followed him.

...

"Another self-draw Great Triple Triplet!"

...

"Ah, when luck comes knocking, it’s hard to stop. A self-draw for the Seven Pairs!!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but curse loudly: "Damn, what kind of guy is this This luck is too good! From the start he's had only great cards; in these three rounds alone I've lost everything and more!"

Now if you talk about continuous wins, it could be attributed to skill, but drawing large hands consecutively was definitely luck! (To Be Continued)s world. The reason lies in their ability to maintain constant contact, allowing him to be updated on Gong Xing's condition and her progress in cultivation at any given moment.Why don't大小姐 and the oth...