Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Chapter 13: Chapter 13 I Don’t Want to Win Money! [Please Favorite, Please Vote]

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Listening to Lu Xiaobu’s spirited voice,

Zhang Wenliang felt a pain in the liver.

Blindly going all-in with 300,000?

What’s the meaning of this?

Could it be that Lu Xiaobu got a good hand?

He looked at his own pair of Kings and hesitated.

”Don’t want.”

For the sake of steadiness, Zhang Wenliang ultimately chose not to call.

”Young Master Zhang doesn’t call, Young Master Bu wins.”

Liang Lan announced the result, pushing the 10,000 chip bottom bet to Lu Xiaobu.

”Damn it, I don’t want to win money.”

Lu Xiaobu wanted to cry without tears, throwing out his 236.

Everyone was speechless—You don’t want to win money? Showing off too much, huh!

”Um...”

Zhang Wenliang, looking at the 236 that didn’t make a flush, suddenly thought about asking his men to buy a couple of bottles of emergency heart-saving pills.

Damn it, he’s blasting me?!

At the same time, several women took advantage of Wu Qianmin being unattentive, pouncing on Lu Xiaobu, rubbing and brushing their curves against him, trying to catch the wastrel’s attention.

”Get lost.” Wu Qianmin shooed them away angrily, seeing Lu Xiaobu’s mouth twisted in amusement, she felt somewhat stuffy with annoyance.

The second round began.

Look at the cards.

Liang Lan: ”Young Master Zhang, your turn to speak.”

Zhang Wenliang looked at his small straight, 234, and thought about it: ”Let’s start with 20,000.”

”All-in.” Lu Xiaobu went all-in again.

”I *&*#￥%&%” Zhang Wenliang broke down: ”Don’t want.”

He felt that even Lu Xiaobu couldn’t possibly use the same tactic consecutively; this time it must be a high hand.

Liang Lan: ”Young Master Zhang doesn’t call, Young Master Bu wins.”

”Won again, boring.”

Lu Xiaobu displayed an unwilling face as he threw out his cards: 68J, not a flush, a rubbish hand.

”Li Jin, go, buy a bottle of emergency heart-saving pills.” Zhang Wenliang felt like crying and called out to his bodyguard.

Liang Lan suddenly felt a bit of pity for Zhang Wenliang, so pitiful: ”Young Master Zhang? Will you continue?”

”Continue, I don’t buy it,” Zhang Wenliang shouted.

Deal the cards.

Lu Xiaobu’s turn to speak.

This time, Lu Xiaobu couldn’t be bothered to look at his cards: ”All-in.”

Zhang Wenliang gritted his teeth: ”I’ll call!”

He had a straight flush in hand; no matter if Lu Xiaobu was blasting him or not, he had confidence.

Reveal the cards.

Liang Lan: ”Young Master Bu, three of a kind wins!”

”Pfft!”

Zhang Wenliang spurted out old blood, snatching the emergency heart-saving pills from the bodyguard Li Jin’s hand and stuffed them into his mouth.

”Hey, I really don’t want to win money.” Lu Xiaobu, looking at the system displayed squandering amount: negative 330,000, also felt helpless—this is not how it should be.

The people in the bar were speechless—Young Master Bu, please don’t provoke Young Master Zhang anymore, as you keep claiming you don’t want to win money while taking the opponent apart.

Liang Lan looked at Lu Xiaobu, her eyes narrowed slightly—You wastrel, you’ve piqued my interest now. Do you truly not care, or are you deliberately trapping Zhang Wenliang?

Zhang Wenliang felt like dying, 300,000 ah, not the same as the millions of pocket money Lu Xiaobu gets a month, this was his entire monthly allowance, and it was gone just like that.

Zhang Wenliang’s eyes reddened—not okay, can’t just let it end like this.

”Continue!” Zhang Wenliang said with bloodshot eyes: ”I have a share in this bar, definitely worth 600,000, no less, I’ll bet it against you.”

”Young Master Zhang.” The whole room was shocked, this wasn’t just for fun anymore, whatever the outcome, this was now getting to the level of the elders of both families.

”Everyone shut up!” Zhang Wenliang shouted with red eyes.

A head may be beheaded, blood may flow, but pride cannot be lost.

”Xiaobu.” Wu Qianmin also got worried, grabbing Lu Xiaobu.

”Don’t worry, not betting anymore.”

Lu Xiaobu patted Wu Qianmin’s delicate hand, reassuring her.

He’s a wastrel, not a gambler; ’money can’t buy happiness’ is his principle.

The stakes of the game had now risen to this level, and he was no longer enjoying it.

Liang Lan secretly nodded—knowing when to advance or retreat, this wastrel was indeed not ordinary.

”Don’t bet? Whether we bet or not isn’t for you to decide.” Zhang Wenliang’s eyes were red as he slapped the table, ”Won a bit of money and now you want to leave? No way! Li Jin!”

As soon as he finished speaking, his bodyguard Li Jin immediately blocked the bar’s entrance.

”What’s this? You want to get physical with me?” Lu Xiaobu’s expression darkened.

”I wouldn’t go as far as to get physical; I, Zhang Wenliang, am not that low. But you definitely won’t be able to leave through this door. My bodyguard here is an ex-Special Soldier.” Zhang Wenliang said, ”Young Master Lu, I just want you to gamble with me one last time, regardless of the outcome, I, Zhang Wenliang, will accept it.”

”I’m telling you, I’m not happy,” Lu Xiaobu said slowly, word by word, ”I’m telling you one last time, I don’t want to bet.”

”Don’t bet, then you can forget about leaving,” Zhang Wenliang also stared fixedly at Lu Xiaobu, ”Young Master Lu, you didn’t bring any bodyguards.”

Wu Qianmin tightly clutched Lu Xiaobu’s arm, extremely nervous—it was all her fault, she shouldn’t have agreed to come to this kind of place with Lu Xiaobu.

The entire bar became tense, everyone held their breath for Lu Xiaobu, it was clear that Young Master Zhang was determined to get Lu Xiaobu.

”Bang.”

Just then, the bar’s main door was suddenly kicked open, and Zhang Wenliang’s Special Soldier bodyguard Li Jin was sent flying out, lying on the ground.

”Young Master, Zhang Meng reporting.”

That lackey Lu Xiaobu picked up at the phone store during the day—Zhang Meng, appeared at the doorway.

”Good, perfect timing, reward five thousand,” Lu Xiaobu said with joy, waving his hand grandly.

”Thank you, Young Master,” Zhang Meng responded, his expression seemingly happy, but lacking the eagerness he showed in the morning.

”Young Master Lu really knows how to keep a low profile,” Zhang Wenliang’s face grew even darker, ”So, you were ready to smash my place all along, huh?”

”I’m very unhappy today,” Lu Xiaobu twisted his neck, pointing towards the door, ”Everyone who’s not involved should leave now.”

”Thank you, Young Master Bu,” the crowd hurriedly expressed gratitude.

This was the difference. Until the very end, Zhang Wenliang did not let them leave, even though it was his own place.

Then look at Young Master Bu, who immediately told them to leave.

After most of the people had gone.

”Zhang Meng, start smashing, keep going until I’m satisfied.”

”Yes!” Zhang Meng acknowledged.

While speaking, he swung a chair and smashed it into the liquor cabinets.

”Bang.”

Countless expensive bottles of alcohol burst open.

The entire bar was now filled with the fragrance of liquor.

Zhang Meng did not stop his hands and feet, smashing everything in frenzy.

”Damn it! Li Jin, what the hell are you doing?” Zhang Wenliang was furious.

”Well, Young Master Zhang, I...” Li Jin was a bit troubled.

”What ’I’? If you don’t fight, then get out!” Zhang Wenliang bellowed even louder.

Li Jin, with a troubled look on his face, ultimately walked up to Zhang Meng.

”You want to fight me?” Zhang Meng’s expression was calm, but it put immense pressure on Li Jin.

”Instructor, we each serve our own master...” Li Jin found it difficult to speak.

At these words, the already enraged Zhang Wenliang was dumbfounded, ”Instructor? He’s your instructor?”

What the hell was this?

His own bodyguard’s instructor was Lu Xiaobu’s bodyguard; how could he even fight?

”Instructor?” Wu Qianmin was stunned too.

She remembered Zhang Wenliang mentioning his bodyguard was a Special Soldier.

So, Zhang Meng was the instructor of a Special Soldier?!

What was even scarier was that Lu Xiaobu hired such a person for just ten thousand a month?

Not to mention far off, even the salary Zhang Wenliang gave to his own bodyguard wouldn’t be fifty thousand, right?

No, was Lu Xiaobu’s luck? It was unthinkably good!

Thinking back about the morning, she even said Zhang Meng was a fraud, which made her face burn with embarrassment!

Zhang Meng stared at the bodyguard in front of him, took another step forward: ”Fight if you want to fight, otherwise beat it, don’t wail like a baby!”

”Alright, Instructor, forgive my insolence!”

”Ha!”

Li Jin let out a deep cry and swung his fist in a punch.

”Too slow, too weak, filled with mercy towards the enemy, what have you been doing since you left the military?!”

Zhang Meng roared, deflecting the bodyguard’s punch with his left hand, then fiercely punched down with his right hand.

Li Jin’s complexion changed, and he quickly moved to block.

”Bang.”

Li Jin was forcefully pushed back several steps, leaning against the bar, showing pain on his face.

This so-called Special Soldier bodyguard was no match for one move from Zhang Meng.

Was this the power of an instructor?!