Chapter 65: Devil Incarnate or God?

With the reward points safely in hand, it was time to move on to making some real money. Chen Yufeng had no intention of letting these people off lightly. Since they wanted to play with fire, they would have to pay the price if they lost.

Let’s give them a real thrill, he thought with secret delight, but outwardly, he straightened his face, turning cold as he swept his gaze over the crowd and shouted sternly:

“Gentlemen, do you remember the wager we made just now? In case any of you have forgotten, let me give you a friendly reminder.”

As he spoke, Chen Yufeng quickly spent ten points in the Divine Market to exchange for the Mighty Vajra Possession skill. Then, with a swift motion, he slammed his palm down on a pool table beside him. With a thunderous crash, the table shattered into splinters on the spot.

The stunning spectacle sent a chill through everyone present—those with weaker nerves found their knees buckling, cold sweat streaming down their brows.

“My god, that… that strength is monstrous! What a terrifying man!”

“Is he even human?”

With just this casual display, Chen Yufeng had cowed all the rich heirs and tycoons present. No wonder—such superhuman strength was something they’d only ever seen in films or TV dramas, never in real life.

At this moment, in their eyes, Chen Yufeng was nothing short of a terrifying freak.

Seeing their faces filled with fear, Chen Yufeng was secretly pleased. Good, the effect was just as he’d hoped. He shouted again:

“Here’s the deal. I’m a generous man, and today I’m in a good mood. There were one hundred and twenty-seven of you who took part in the bet. I’ll treat you to tea for half a million each. Just transfer five hundred thousand apiece. If anyone dares refuse—hmph…”

He slammed his palm down again, instantly shattering a second pool table.

The impact was immediate. The gathered heirs and tycoons were frightened out of their wits.

Combined with his alternating displays of force and mercy, they began to waver. None of them lacked money—five hundred thousand was hardly a fortune to them. Though it stung a little to hand it over so easily, life was priceless, and compared to that, five hundred thousand was nothing.

Besides, the bet had been made fair and square. They’d just wanted a thrill, never expecting things to end like this—now that was truly a ride. And according to the original wager, they were supposed to pay a million each; now, half a million would do.

There was no reason not to pay—more accurately, they were too scared not to. If they angered this monster, even if he didn’t kill them, losing an arm or a leg wouldn’t be worth it.

So, as they recovered from their shock, the heirs and tycoons who’d joined the wager chose to compromise, transferring the money to the account Chen Yufeng provided.

In just over ten minutes, his bank card balance had grown by fifty-three million. With one hundred and twenty-seven people, it should have been sixty-three and a half million. Over a dozen of them turned out to be fakes—wannabe rich kids who couldn’t cough up the money, exposing themselves as frauds. They knelt, weeping and begging for mercy, and Chen Yufeng let them off after making them slap themselves a few times.

Adding the five million already in his account, Chen Yufeng now had fifty-eight million. Fifty-eight million! It was something he’d never dared dream of before, but now he’d earned it with ease.

He was utterly elated. Ha! Now I’m a rich man too!

With the money taken care of, it was time to deal with Osney and Tock—Chen Yufeng had no intention of letting them off easy. The forfeit they’d bet on earlier was about to come due.

The thought gave him a wicked delight, and he shouted to the crowd:

“Thank you all for your cooperation. As a token of my gratitude, I’d like to treat you to a thrilling performance. Would you like to see it?”

“A thrilling performance?” With this reminder, many in the audience suddenly remembered—the bet with Osney was for them to strip down and dance the booty shake. That was more than thrilling—it was outrageous.

Spurred on by Chen Yufeng, the crowd—those who relished excitement, those who had lost fifty thousand and needed to vent—quickly surrounded Osney and Tock.

With over a hundred people heckling, the handful of security guards were powerless to intervene. Remembering Chen Yufeng’s terrifying show of strength, they didn’t dare make a move.

In less than a minute, the unfortunate Osney and Tock were stripped down to their underwear and hoisted onto a pool table, forced by the crowd’s threats to perform the booty shake.

“You… you’re all a bunch of thugs, a pack of savages! I’ll sue you all, I’ll—!”

Osney and Tock clutched desperately at the only fabric preserving their dignity, standing on the table and glaring furiously at the crowd, shouting in vain. Their protests only heightened the crowd’s amusement.

“What billiards god? More like the god of humiliation now! Earlier you called us Chinese trash who can’t play pool, right? Well, maybe we’re not great at pool, but we know how to play people. Let’s have some fun with you two now—ha ha!”

Someone in the crowd brought up Osney’s earlier insult to the Chinese, and the group’s mood reached a fever pitch. With mischief in the air, Osney and Tock were soon tormented into utter despair.

Osney could never have imagined that the so-called world billiards god would suffer such humiliation one day.

The pool table had been the stage of his glory, but today, it became the site of his shame. All of this was caused by that young man—he glared at Chen Yufeng’s handsome face with hatred, teeth clenched, but was utterly powerless.

Chen Yufeng met his hateful gaze with only a faint smile. He felt no sympathy—this was a case of reaping what you sow. If they hadn’t tried such underhanded tricks to make money, hadn’t insulted the Chinese, they wouldn’t have ended up like this.

In fact, Chen Yufeng had already spared them some dignity. Otherwise, with such a scandalous spectacle, the crowd would have filmed the whole thing and spread it online, making them infamous across the world.

People had been eager to whip out their phones, but after a stern warning from Chen Yufeng, no one dared defy him.

After four or five minutes, seeing that the world billiards god had been thoroughly humiliated and the effect achieved, Chen Yufeng signaled for the crowd to relent.

By now, Osney and Tock wore expressions of utter defeat. For them, today was a nightmare. This damn Chinese kid was a demon in human form.

Afterward, Chen Yufeng transferred six million to the Stardawn Club’s senior management—one million as a courtesy, and five million exchanged for cash. Right then and there, he handed out five million in tips to the staff.

Everyone present—be it the hostesses, security guards, waiters, cashiers, or cleaning ladies—received at least fifty or sixty thousand each.

For them, it was the luckiest day of their lives. The windfall hit so suddenly, they could barely process it. Fifty or sixty thousand might not be hard for the hostesses to earn, but for the waiters, security guards, and cleaning staff, it would take a year or two to save that much.

After the shock and excitement wore off, everyone present was overflowing with gratitude for Chen Yufeng’s generosity, some even moved to tears.

“Thank you, thank you, you’re a hero… you really are a good man…”