Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

A room with a certain ambiance: the walls were plastered all with rose-patterned wallpaper, predominantly red in color.

In the spacious room there was a circular bed in the center, above which hung a semi-circular drooping orchid, big enough for two people.

The rather good-looking woman had a shy expression on her face, which excited Mo Xing.

"Little sister!"

As Mo Xing was speaking, he suddenly felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and his breathing was not smooth, wheezing.

"Sister... wheeze... that... I want to ask... you, how much... money?"

Every couple of words Mo Xing spoke, his throat whistled like it was leaking air, and he was breathing hard with a pale face.

At that, the woman was instantly stunned, her mouth twitching, filled with regret—what kind of young master had she taken on?

"Brother... it's free," the masseuse said with a face full of fear.

Mo Xing immediately glared, "Huff... wheeze," damn it, out of breath again, Mo Xing was furious.

"Why... not... take money?" Mo Xing panicked, his face turning even paler, and he was sweating profusely from his forehead, not knowing if it was due to the heat or something else.

Seeing this, the woman almost cried, "Brother... I'm afraid you'll die."

Mo Xing glared again, the atmosphere becoming tense—damn it, afraid he would die? Did he look like a man with a short life?

Shenfeng Ye Wudao and another man, still enjoying their back stepping massage, kept muttering to themselves, they must win, nothing must go wrong, or else a million for each would be gone.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Mo Xing walked in angrily with a slate-gray face and sat directly on the bed, saying nothing.

"Damn! Mo Xing, what happened to you? Why are you back? Is it over already?" Ye Wudao's eyes widened in disbelief, this was unreal, Mo Xing was never known to be incapable.

Mo Xing scowled, "It's not over, damn it. I was actually quite interested, but then, damn it, something seemed to block my throat."

"Talking like I was running out of breath, and that woman had the audacity to put on a sorrowful face and tell me to hurry up, fearing I'd die."

"You tell me! Was I still in the mood? Damn it, why is today so unlucky."

The three people lying on the bed were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, especially Ye Wudao and Shenfeng, who laughed so hard they nearly shook the women off their backs.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Haha! Mo Xing, there goes your reputation! Are you joking with us? Haha!"

"I swear, I'm not laughing, I'm crying out for justice over the unfair treatment you suffered, really, you're truly wronged, that woman definitely deserves to be punished!"

The two were in such pain from laughing, yet tried to maintain a straight face, while Ye Ling shook his head and sighed on the side, poor Mo Xing, his ordeal was just beginning, and it was uncertain if he'd last until he became immortal.

Outside the door, the chubby manager's mouth twitched as he listened to the masseuse recount her bizarre experience, his face ashen.

All was lost, completely lost. He didn't know how he would offend this young master this time; if he held a grudge, the manager would have to go on the run.

"You jinx! You've ruined all my good fortune!" the chubby manager bellowed, yelling at the woman across from him, venting his rage.

The woman had bloodshot eyes. Can this be blamed on me? If he really died, whose responsibility would that be?

The pudgy manager was also very irritable. He stopped paying attention to the woman, thinking about how to make up for the stupid mistake he had just made, trying to regain what he had lost.

Meanwhile, in the room, after finishing their massages, Mo Xing and the other three sat down in front of the mahjong machine to start playing mahjong. It was Mo Xing who suggested it, shouting about a reversal of fortune, intending to win till the others had nothing left but their boxer shorts.

In front of the mahjong table, three people were yawning. What time was it now? It was almost freaking morning, and this guy still had such energy.

"Hehe, I'll try to beat you all completely within an hour!" Mo Xing wiped his nose and roared with excitement. No one knew why he was so spirited.

"One Wan! Hehe, I've got a heavenly hand!" Mo Xing suddenly perked up, discarded a One Wan tile, and jumped onto the chair, ready to dominate the game.

"I've won, haha! Pure one suit!"

"Ah, I've also won, though it's a lousy hand. But it works!"

Ye Ling looked at the two who had overturned their tiles and then gave Mo Xing an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that, ha, I have a Three Concealed Triplets!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling also flipped his tiles, leaving Mo Xing dumbstruck as he violently rubbed his hair. Was this a joke being played on me?

An hour later, Mo Xing's eyes were red with rage, his teeth were clenched, and his fingers trembled as he looked at the mahjong tiles in front of him. It was a Big Four Happiness, the best hand he had come up with all night.

"If I can't win this time, I'll eat the damn tiles!" Mo Xing said through gritted teeth.

The other three just pursed their lips and shook their heads. Shenfeng yawned, "You might as well think about what to do if you can't win, you already owe me over a hundred thousand."

"Tsk tsk, what you're owed is nothing. You owe me more than five hundred thousand," Ye Wudao also said bitterly.

Ye Ling was also out of energy, "Mo Xing, let's not play anymore. I'm willing to let go of the more than three hundred thousand you owe me, okay?"

"No way! We have to finish this round, no matter what! I'm counting on this round to break even, hehe!" Mo Xing seemed to have gone crazy. There was no help for it; he had been unlucky all night. Finally, he had such an incredible hand that he had to see it through.

The other three were bored but played along, while Mo Xing was still very excited. He picked up a tile, looked at it cautiously, and then burst into uproarious laughter.

"Haha! You three still owe me money!" As he spoke, Mo Xing winked at the three of them and let out a hehehe laugh.

But just then, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a dozen uniformed police officers charged in. With the swiftness of lightning, they pinned Mo Xing to the table.

Ye Ling and the other two were also pressed against the table. Mo Xing's eyes reddened, "My Big Four Happiness! I'm going to kill you all!"

"My hopes for the whole night! Which unit are you bastards from? Have your boss come to see me!"

Mo Xing was almost going insane. Seeing the mahjong tiles scattered all over the floor, his heart felt like breaking. He really wanted to cry. A man doesn't cry when he is downed by booze, and he wanted to taste the flavor of tears now.

Ten minutes later, Mo Xing sat on the bed in the room with a dark expression, while the pudgy manager stood tremulously in front of him.

"Speak! Did Jiang Xiaobai send you to kill me?" Mo Xing asked through gritted teeth, with a mournful expression.

The pudgy manager's legs gave out, and he knelt on the floor, innocence written all over his face. The boss of the glitzy establishment stood next to the kneeling pudgy manager, with a flattering smile, wishing he could strangle the fool. Enjoy new chapters from empire