Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 52

"This... just wait a moment... let’s see how much we have." Li Wenkai replied very awkwardly, thinking to himself why he hadn’t made Lin Feng lose face today, but instead, it was he who had lost face once again. That Lin Feng is also a monster; I have no idea what he’s thinking, carrying so much cash with him all the time.

He had not anticipated this situation at all, but things had already come to this point, and it was a sure win, so retreating was absolutely not an option.

Having said that, he had already pulled a few people aside.

"Guys, how much cash do you have on you?" Li Wenkai asked nervously. He feared that the others, like him, would only have cards, which would be a disaster.

"I’ve only got a few ten-thousands with me, usually kept in the car for emergencies. I always carry cards on my person. Who would carry cash around for no reason?" Hua Gang said, feeling dejected, still pondering in his mind that perhaps only Young Master Lin could think of carrying so much cash on him.

"I’ve only got around a hundred thousand, same as Hua Gang, left in the car. Or should I go to the bank to withdraw some money now?" Xiaohui spread his hands helplessly. They weren’t short of money, but cash was a different issue altogether.

"It’s so late, you can’t withdraw from the bank anyway. Besides, you’re supposed to replace me and compete in darts with Lin Feng, so how can you leave?" Li Wenkai looked dispiritedly at everyone, calculating in his mind. Including the two hundred thousand cash in his own car, several people together could only muster a few hundred thousand in cash. How could they play with Lin Feng like this? Wasn’t this a disgrace? He thought about how he, the young master of Li’s Oceanic, had ever been worried about money, and why today he had to stumble over Lin Feng’s cash.

This would be quite the disgrace if it got out.

"Young Master Li, I do have some money here, just upstairs. Over three million in cash, which I just received as black money, and was about to hand it over to my family to launder. But no matter what, I must get the money back tonight, otherwise, if my family finds out, I’m dead," Sun Qiang said, seeing Li Wenkai’s gloomy face and guessing that he probably couldn’t bring out so much cash, hesitated but still spoke up. Although this amount was not much, it wasn’t something he could afford to lose. There were rules in his family; they could mess around with anything, but no one could touch the money from the business. Sun Qiang’s older brother Sun Long was beaten and had his legs broken for dipping into the business funds. Just the thought of it made Sun Qiang’s scalp tingle.

"It’s just a few million, no big deal. Hurry up and get the money down, with Xiaohui here, what are you afraid of? Do you think he’s going to lose to Xiaohui? This is like picking up free money. Go get it. If you lose, it’s on me. If you win, when we get home, it’s all good," Li Wenkai, upon hearing that Sun Qiang actually had over three million in cash, was almost overjoyed. He thought to himself that providence never closes one door but it opens another.

Now all he could think of was beating Lin Feng so soundly that he’d cry, to make him suffer, and let Ding Wan’er witness his pitiful state.

As for the matter of money, he didn’t care at all; it was a sure win.

"Xiaohui, take out that set of darts and the target from your car. As soon as Sun Qiang comes down, it all depends on you. If you win, I will take good care of you all tonight. Everyone will benefit from this evening," Li Wenkai said to Xiaohui. With Xiaohui’s skills, which were absolutely top-notch, it would be a miracle if he lost.

He was already eagerly making promises, preparing what to do after winning the money later on.

In the blink of an eye, two people were gone; Sun Qiang went upstairs to get the money, and Xiaohui went to fetch his darts and target.

"Lin Feng, I’ve only got over three million in cash here, but that’s enough for a few rounds. The money will be here in a moment," Li Wenkai, now confident upon learning from Sun Qiang that there was over three million in cash, didn’t show a trace of the nervous and dispirited expression from before. In his eyes, as long as he had the capital, coupled with Xiaohui’s skills, Lin Feng wouldn’t know what hit him.

Seeing that there was real betting on money starting to happen, a few young men nearby began to get lively too. Some ran straight to their cars to get cash, some started asking friends nearby to lend them money; the most exaggerated was a young man who, upset about not having cash, insisted on selling his sixty thousand Renminbi worth Patek Philippe watch on the spot for forty thousand to gather his betting capital...

Sun Qiang came down with three others, each carrying a case with one million Renminbi.

Xiaohui also returned, hanging his target somewhere he found suitable, and carefully inspecting his darts in his hand.

"How shall we bet? Shall I bank the game?" Li Wenkai suggested.

"Whatever," Lin Feng didn’t think about it and slapped Ding Wan’er’s somewhat nervous hand to signal her not to worry.

"Then I’ll be the banker. In a moment, Xiaohui and Lin Feng will compete in darts, and everyone can bet freely," Li Wenkai said loudly, believing that signifying Xiaohui’s involvement would certainly rally everyone to gang up against Lin Feng, because everyone had immense respect for Xiaohui’s skill.

"This is my one hundred thousand betting on Xiaohui to win."

"This is my fifty thousand betting on Xiaohui to win."

"This is my eighty thousand betting on Xiaohui to win."

...

The atmosphere was very heated; as far as they were concerned, Xiaohui was sure to win. Doing a little something to add to the atmosphere and make a bit of pocket money was something everyone was very fond of doing.

"I’ll just bet with three stacks, betting on my own victory," Lin Feng thought for a moment and casually took out three stacks of Euros, placing a bet on himself.

Ding Wan’er on the side watched Lin Feng place a bet for the first time, wagering a whopping one hundred and fifty thousand Euros, and moved her hand slightly nervously, but this time Lin Feng didn’t even pay attention to her. Ding Wan’er could only watch Lin Feng helplessly, praying in her heart that Lin Feng better not lose.

Seeing Lin Feng betting one hundred and fifty thousand Euros on his first bet, a smile appeared on the faces of Li Wenkai and the others. They were truly very happy, able to make one hundred and fifty thousand Euros in just a few minutes; even robbery wasn’t this fast.

The other young people by his side also hadn’t expected Lin Feng to have such confidence in himself, but who was Xiaohui? Everyone had given him a nickname, "Dart God." Competing in darts with the "Dart God," wasn’t that just seeking death?

"How should we play?" Xiaohui asked first, not knowing how Lin Feng liked to play.

"Let’s compare ring counts," Lin Feng said after thinking it over. "You know, the circular target with rings. I’ve played it before, and it feels like the simplest to me."

What? Xiaohui was stunned. Despite having played darts for so many years, he had never known anyone to play specifically for rings, especially betting so high. Wasn’t that child’s play? But he had no other choice but to nod slightly and flipped over the dartboard to reveal the black and white concentric rings.

"You go first," Lin Feng said, then stood aside to watch.

Xiaohui, without any false modesty, stood near the throw line with a very standard competitive dart-throwing stance, and started throwing. He scored quite well, with 3 darts totaling 28 rings. It was mainly because Xiaohui was accustomed to playing standard games; this variant was new to him. Of course, part of this unfamiliar feeling was feigned.

Fishing always requires bait, and if the opponent knows your strength, they might not play at all, which would be no fun.

Of course, with the stakes so high, Xiaohui couldn’t afford to go easy; he just slightly held back some effort.

"Your turn," Xiaohui reminded Lin Feng, watching him curiously, wondering how many rings Lin Feng could score from such a distance.

While Xiaohui was speaking, Lin Feng directly took the three darts Xiaohui offered, and without even looking, threw them out. Threw them, that’s right, just tossed them, or one might say flung them out.

Just like someone throwing a stone with all their might, Lin Feng now tossed the darts like stones, all three darts at once.

With a "thud," the three darts firmly embedded themselves into the dartboard.

"My luck’s not bad today," Lin Feng said casually, reaching out to collect all the money that had been wagered on the side.

What?

What just happened?

In that instant, everyone couldn’t believe what they had seen; he just threw them, but...

But when everyone looked closely at the dartboard, they were at a loss for words, rubbing their eyes in disbelief. To throw three darts at once and score a 29, who was he? Who could have such luck? It was clear he had never seriously played before. But here he was, throwing a 29 on his first attempt, something that even international players couldn’t accomplish.

Everyone around stared at Lin Feng, wondering whether this young man was a true master or just incredibly lucky. Could this even be possible?

How could this be? Li Wenkai watched in disbelief, feeling his head buzz with unreality.

Seeing Lin Feng’s darts, Li Wenkai also felt extremely frustrated. How could he have thrown a 29? And all in one go, at that. He had never seen anyone throw darts like this before.

And the most crucial point was, throwing them all at once was one thing, but to actually score twenty-nine rings?!

"Xiaohui, don’t think too much into it. He definitely got lucky. Calm your mind for the next round," Li Wenkai said as his eyes twitched watching Lin Feng unceremoniously collect the money. But now that it had come to this, Li Wenkai could only comfort Xiaohui, meanwhile not believing that this was Lin Feng’s true skill.

"Hmm," Xiaohui nodded. He too thought the same, because it simply wasn’t possible. Not even the world’s number one would play darts this way.

Aside from the others’ money, Li Wenkai also brought out the money they had lost and handed it to Lin Feng, acting very nonchalant, as if he didn’t care at all.

"This time I’ll bet this much directly, no need to take it back," Lin Feng said, not taking the money, but instead placing all the cash together and pushing it all forward as Li Wenkai handed it over to him.

Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Li Wenkai’s heart lurched, thinking what does this guy mean by playing like this?

He had been involved in bigger bets before, but Lin Feng’s way of betting made him start to worry; if he accepted Lin Feng’s bet and Lin Feng really won, his group could truly be left without any cash. Losing money didn’t matter much, but losing face was of the utmost importance.

Moreover, Lin Feng’s attitude was bold. If this kept up...

But now things had come to this point, and people around were all watching.