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Qin Fang paid the money readily, so the game naturally continued. The three card sharks perked up slightly and immediately got ready to slaughter the Fat Sheep.

As for Qin Fang, there wasn't a hint of frustration on his face. It seemed as if the money he just lost was trivial, not a big deal at all.

To this, no one else thought there was anything amiss. Looking at how extravagant Qin Fang was, casually handling stacks of bills, a few notes here and there obviously didn't bother him.

The game went on, and this time it was Qin Fang's opposite neighbor's turn to start as the dealer.

Qin Fang still got a pretty ugly hand this round, even uglier than the last one. Without drawing three or four certain tiles, Qin Fang didn't even have a set to depend on, let alone dreaming of making a meld or a pong.

Seeing such lousy cards, Fatty's chubby face blossomed into a radiant smile again.

"Chow…"

Since Qin Fang's hand was bad, he played more casually, tossing out a tile, and his next player immediately rejoiced, quickly chowing what he needed.

"Chow…"

Soon it was Qin Fang's turn to discard again. Another tile tossed, and the next player eagerly chowed again, the joy on his face increasing. His initial hand was quite bad too, completely reliant on drawing specific tiles. But whatever Qin Fang discarded, it was exactly what he needed. How could he not be thrilled?

"Chow…"

Happiness continued. Qin Fang discarded another tile his next player needed. He happily chowed it, and immediately was set to win – his speed was incredibly fast!

"Self-draw... Win! Mixed Triple Chow... 16-fold winner, pay up, pay up!"

This time, it seemed as if Lady Luck hovered over Qin Fang's next player. As the round progressed, though Qin Fang didn't discard any winning tiles, the next player smoothly drew a tile, slammed it on the table with a snap, chuckling merrily.

Qin Fang was his usual self, unchanged. Wen Yan paid up promptly, and the other two players reluctantly handed over money too. After all, they were all in the same boat – it didn't really matter who paid whom.

This time, it was tough for Qin Fang's opposite neighbor. His tiles were actually quite good. He had just readied his hand, but then the player before him went and self-drew. What could he say?

His hand wasn't small at all; counting his points, at most he could reach seven or eight folds. Even if he self-drew, it wouldn't be as big as the other's.

But the problem was, with that win, he lost the chance to remain the dealer, naturally losing the chance to double up!

"Lucky it's one of us who won, no worries…"

However, none of them noticed anything peculiar and still used such reasoning to console themselves.

The game continued, and this time it was Qin Fang's turn to deal.

This round, Qin Fang's hand was pretty decent, seeming quite promising. A chow or a pong would set him ready to win, clearly on the brink of a Half Flush, even Fatty, covertly reminded the others not to discard certain tiles.

It wasn't just the three card sharks who could cheat; Fatty, overseeing the game, could also cheat, and since only Qin Fang and Wen Yan were there, nobody paid attention to Fatty's sneaky moves.

"Pong!"

Qin Fang casually discarded a tile that would complete his Half Flush. Anyone who got that would have a significant hand, but his opposite neighbor immediately ponged it and then discarded another tile, which was quickly chowed by the dealer. Clearly, they were feeding the dealer to make sure he could continue as the dealer instead of rotating to Qin Fang—a scenario they didn't want to see.

"Chow…"

When it was Qin Fang's turn again to discard, the next player unluckily chowed without any dispute.

The opposite neighbor continued feeding cards, the dealer kept chowing, and Qin Fang continued discarding his uncontroversial tiles. He himself had no chance to chow or pong; everything seemed to be in ordinary condition.

"Haha… Self-draw! Little Pihu… 5-fold winner!"

This round, Qin Fang's next player triumphed again, fortunately self-drawing a win, albeit just a minor Pihu.

The dealer was miserable; his previous player had been zealously feeding him, but luck seemed off as he couldn't draw a useful tile.

Another self-draw, and he was completely helpless. What could he do when he couldn't draw the right tiles himself?

The three money-losers promptly paid up, and finally, it was Qin Fang's turn to deal. Everything looked so normal; there wasn't a hint of cheating.

Yes, indeed, there was cheating!

Of course, it wasn't Fatty and his group; their antics were merely collusion, far from actual cheating – not on the same level at all.

The real cheater was naturally Qin Fang. From shuffling and stacking the tiles to rolling the dice, everything was under his control.

Who needed which tile, who would get what, Qin Fang knew it all too well.

Despite his hand appearing lousy, he could let anyone win he wanted. If not discarding winning tiles, then letting them self-draw. Regardless of discarding or self-drawing, Qin Fang just lost his own stake, and others losing was merely in-fighting, which didn't concern him at all.

"Finally, it's my turn to deal. Watch me dominate…"

This round had already progressed three-quarters of the way, with Qin Fang being the last one. Finally, it was his turn to self-draw, and that was when Qin Fang truly began to show his power.

"Self-drawn minor win, five points per player!"

In the first round, Qin Fang was too embarrassed to win too harshly and only won by self-drawing a minor hand. The other three players' expressions remained unchanged, and Fatty boss didn't notice anything unusual. Qin Fang's tiles were indeed flowing smoothly.

"Complete flush self-drawn, ten points per player... consecutive dealer for two rounds, double the points, twenty points per player."

In the second round, Qin Fang continued as the dealer, and his hand improved significantly. The other three players looked a bit pained, and even Fatty frowned slightly, yet he didn't pay it too much mind.

"Ascending step triple self-drawn, 16 points per player... consecutive dealer for three rounds, double the points, 48 points per player."

In the third round, still serving as the dealer, Qin Fang again drew his own win, increasing the point count further and doubling the stakes once more, making all three opponents' faces extremely grim. Fatty's expression also turned quite unsightly, vaguely sensing that something might be amiss...

"Azure Dragon self-drawn, 25 points per player... consecutive dealer for four rounds, doubling continues, one hundred points per player."

In the fourth round, still Qin Fang as the dealer and self-drawing, the stakes grew even higher and harsher, causing the faces of the three idle players and Fatty to nearly burst into tears.

Especially Fatty, who couldn't help but touch the banknotes that hadn't yet warmed in his pocket, realizing not only does he need to give it all back, it looks like he'll have to pay quite a lot more to Qin Fang.

"Pure one suit with ascending step quadruple self-drawn, fifty points per player... consecutive dealer for five rounds, doubling continues, two hundred fifty points per player."

Qin Fang's consecutive dealership continued; the tiles and the points only grew larger, and his winnings increased more and more—with just this round, each of the three opponents had to pay out twenty-five thousand to compensate Qin Fang.

But it was Fatty who paid out their money. Although it wasn't their own money being lost, continuing to lose like this would be unbearable for anyone, and Fatty's plump face was crumpled like a small chrysanthemum flower.

"Um... Boss, maybe we should..."

By now, he also felt that something was seriously wrong. This seemingly prodigal rich heir didn't seem to be the easy mark he had imagined.

"Stop, stop, stop... Let's talk after I finish this hand!"

But Qin Fang didn't give him a chance; while shuffling the tiles, he cut off Fatty's words, forcefully stifling his brewing emotions.

Fatty intended to say something again, but seeing that Qin Fang paid him no heed and the others quickly started dealing tiles, his attention was once more drawn to Qin Fang's tiles.

Qin Fang's initial hand wasn't great, just slightly more honor tiles, especially having a pair each of red, green, and white dragons, directly forming a Big Three Dragons hand.

Just with these tiles, Fatty felt that trouble was coming; if Qin Fang won this round, it would be even larger than fifty points from the last round.

Fatty immediately signaled the other three not to discard tiles that would complete the Big Three Dragons, forcing Qin Fang to keep the necessary tiles in hand.

However, not discarding doesn't mean Qin Fang couldn't draw himself, and soon a red dragon came up. Fatty's chubby face instantly filled with worry—the situation was progressively getting out of control.

Soon, Qin Fang also drew a white dragon, officially forming the Big Three Dragons, and he also possessed more honor tiles, although lacking in the other three suits.

What further drove Fatty to despair was when Qin Fang drew a green dragon; without needing others' help, Qin Fang self-completed the Big Three Dragons, and his tile path became even more terrifying, swiftly turning another wind tile into a triple... Qin Fang was ready to win, waiting for a single south wind.

"Big Three Dragons, All Honors, Four Concealed Pungs..."

Fatty quickly calculated in his mind the points of this round for Qin Fang, the sum of these three alone having already exceeded two hundred points.

If Qin Fang wins this hand, it would be six consecutive rounds as the dealer, multiplied by six times, meaning Fatty would lose at least one hundred twenty thousand...

If Qin Fang self-draws, then multiplied by three times, that directly equates to over three hundred sixty thousand...

Fatty increasingly felt that something was very wrong. Although Qin Fang hadn't yet won, the current situation looked quite ominous.

"We can't let him continue like this..."

Fatty immediately decided, and then made a signal to his subordinates who had been captivated by Qin Fang's consecutive dealership, preparing them to take action.

"Kong!"

At this moment, Qin Fang declared a concealed Kong, signaling his formal counterattack, the previous just being a appetizer—this round was the main course.

"Another Kong!"

Having just drawn one tile, now four tiles, Qin Fang declared another Kong.

"I Kong again!"

He drew another tile for a Kong.

"I continue to Kong..."

Four consecutive tiles, Kong declared four times...

"That adds four more Kongs..."

Fatty instantly felt as if the sky had fallen, adding another eighty-eight points—Qin Fang's round now exceeded three hundred points.

"Self-drawn! Won on a Kong..."

But what truly drove him to despair was the following sentence by Qin Fang...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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