722: Chapter 722 722: Chapter 722 Seeing the words “help,” Zhang Yang’s head buzzed.
It was an unfamiliar number, but Zhang Yang imdiately thought of Mr.
Tang.
There’s no doubt about it—it has to be Mr.
Tang.
“Dean Pan, I suddenly have an urgent matter and need to leave now.”
Seeing Zhang Yang’s anxious expression, Dean Pan quickly asked, “What happened?
Do you need help?”
“No need, I can handle it myself.”
After leaving the hospital, Zhang Yang imdiately called Brother Zhao, whom he had only t yesterday.
The call was quickly picked up, and Zhang Yang hurriedly asked, “Brother Zhao, it’s , Zhang Yang.”
“Oh, Brother Zhang Yang, what’s up?
Calling for sothing?”
“I just wanted to ask—did Lin Fucheng co to your place today?”
“No, he usually shows up at night.
During the dayti, there’s hardly anyone at our mahjong parlor,” Brother Zhao said, laughing.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang didn’t doubt him, but pressed further, “Do you know if Lin Fucheng goes anywhere else to play besides your place?”
“Well, I do know a few other spots.
Let tell you, you can go check them out.”
Brother Zhao then shared several mahjong parlor addresses.
After thanking him, Zhang Yang hung up and eagerly headed to those addresses to search.
anwhile, Brother Zhao put down the phone and looked at the surveillance footage from one of the mahjong parlors.
Inside, not only was Lin Fucheng there, but Tang Tiantian was also present.
At this mont, Lin Fucheng was on a losing streak.
He had just received ten thousand yuan yesterday, initially planning to visit the parlor tonight, but soone had called him early in the morning, inviting him over to play.
Gamblers rarely decline such invitations, and Lin Fucheng was no exception.
This ti, however, the caller specifically invited his wife to co along as well.
Initially, Lin Fucheng intended to refuse, as having Tang Tiantian present would definitely ruin his mood—it would be noisy, making his ga less enjoyable.
But the caller taunted him, saying they’d have lunch together after the ga and everyone would bring their spouses along.
They even mocked him, suggesting that perhaps he was afraid of his wife and didn’t dare bring her.
Embarrassed, Lin Fucheng imdiately agreed and left Tang Tiantian with no chance to refuse.
He simply told Tang Tiantian that they’d play a couple of rounds, have lunch, and then stop playing.
Tang Tiantian reluctantly agreed after hearing this.
But after arriving, Tang Tiantian felt that sothing was off.
They had promised everyone’s spouses would be present, but she was the only woman there.
The n reassured her, claiming their wives would arrive at lunch and told her not to overthink.
However, seeing Lin Fucheng continuously losing money, ignoring her attempts to stop him, and even borrowing money from loan sharks after running out, Tang Tiantian couldn’t take it anymore.
She tried to pull Lin Fucheng away, but he refused, so she decided to leave on her own.
But the other n abruptly shut the door.
This made Tang Tiantian panic—especially when those n started to leer at her with vile, disgusting looks.
Seizing the mont while Lin Fucheng was imrsed in his ga, Tang Tiantian secretly took his phone.
Her own phone had been smashed by Lin Fucheng the night before.
Luckily, she had morized Zhang Yang’s number.
She took the opportunity to send Zhang Yang an urgent text.
But soon after, Tang Tiantian realized the phone signal had mysteriously disappeared.
She wanted to send another ssage but couldn’t.
When she tried calling Zhang Yang, the n noticed and quickly snatched the phone away.
This was one of the unwritten rules in such places—to prevent anyone from calling for Maozi when they lost too much.
The n scolded Lin Fucheng for not following the rules.
Already furious from his losses, Lin Fucheng lashed out in anger.
Under their harsh reprimands, he lost his temper and slapped Tang Tiantian across the face.
Brother Zhao watched this scene play out in the surveillance room, laughing uncontrollably.
“To hit such a beautiful woman—what a waste,” he said.
The man next to him smirked and added, “Brother Zhao, you’re way harder on won than he is.”
“Especially when you’re mixing pleasure with pain—that’s real cruelty,” he said.
Brother Zhao grinned, “You just don’t get it.
When you’re in bed and hit hard enough, won actually get more excited…”
“Brother Zhao, do you think that kid will figure it out and co here?”
“Relax, he’s dancing to my tune.
Whatever he wants, I give him.
When he asked for mahjong parlor addresses, I gave them.
Let him waste ti looking everywhere.”
“He’ll never suspect in a million years.”
“You’re brilliant, Brother Zhao.
If it were , I wouldn’t suspect you either,” the man said.
Lighting a cigarette—one Zhang Yang had bought him yesterday—Brother Zhao bead with pride, “The mont soone completely trusts you, no matter how many lies you tell, they’ll never see through you.”
“Once I finish this cigarette, I’ll apply so pressure on Lin Fucheng.”
“Sa old plan.
First, force him to repay the debt.
Once he’s borrowed from every relative and can’t co up with the money, we’ll make him sell his wife.”
Everyone in the surveillance room burst into laughter.
This wasn’t the first ti they’d ruined people—destroying families, forcing them to sell wives and daughters.
In the end, the money was theirs, and the won were theirs too.
Life was utterly satisfying for them.
anwhile, Zhang Yang remained oblivious, running around to check one mahjong parlor after another without finding a trace of Lin Fucheng.
But at the last mahjong parlor he visited, he unexpectedly ran into a familiar face.
A familiar face, but more like an enemy.
It was one of the Eight Great Vajra from the Azure Dragon Association—the one Zhang Yang had beaten to a pulp before.
This mahjong parlor belonged to him.
After Zhang Yang crippled one of his legs, he had left the Martial World, now managing this parlor.
Upon seeing Zhang Yang, the man’s face turned pale with fear.
“Big brother, we don’t have such a deep grudge that you’d track here to finish off, right?
Please spare .”
Zhang Yang frowned.
While they had been enemies, as the man said, Zhang Yang wasn’t petty enough to hunt him down.
“I’m not here looking for trouble today—I’m looking for soone.”
“Do you know soone nad Lin Fucheng?”
Hearing Zhang Yang was searching for soone, the Vajra visibly relaxed.
“That na sounds familiar.
Hold on, I’ll ask around.”
Although impatient, Zhang Yang had no choice but to wait, as all he needed right now was a clue.
Fortunately for Zhang Yang, the Vajra was so terrified of him that he returned quickly.
“Big brother, this Lin Fucheng guy occasionally visits our place, but he’s not a regular here.
He usually spends ti at Fourth Brother Zhao’s place.”
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