Chapter 173: Money Game (10)

After sleeping poorly for two consecutive days, and with the Asset Competition drawing ever closer, the Eldest Young Master decided to get some proper rest.

After leaving the Third Young Master's villa, he went straight back to his bedroom, washed up, and went to sleep.

As he lay down on the bed, he instructed his secretary, "Arrange my schedule. Once I wake up, I'll start auditing the accounts. Also, have the car prepared. I'm going to inspect my businesses."

As for gambling...

It really was fun. He could continue tonight. Maybe his luck would be better, and he'd win some money?

With that thought, he closed his eyes peacefully.

When he woke up, the servants helped him change clothes, and lunch had already been laid out. While eating, he casually asked, "What are He Shao and the others doing? Still sleeping?"

The servant immediately replied, "The Second Young Master just went to see He Shao. He said he wanted to continue gambling..."

Before the sentence was even finished, the Eldest Young Master suddenly threw down his utensils and shot to his feet. His expression darkened, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"That second brother... just as I thought. He's been hiding wolfish ambitions all along!"

He had underestimated him before. He never imagined the Second Young Master had secretly been plotting to climb higher as well.

The Second Young Master still had the eight million he'd won, while he himself only had a little over eight million.

Obviously, the Second Young Master planned to win even more and surpass him.

How dare he?!

How could he?!

Without another word, the Eldest Young Master strode toward the Third Young Master's villa, not even bothering to take a car. He walked rapidly, burning with rage.

Running after him, the secretary asked, "Eldest Young Master, what about this afternoon's inspection—"

"Cancel it!"

"Yes, sir—"

Inside the side building of the Third Young Master's villa.

The Third Young Master had just woken up. He slammed the table and glared furiously.

"What exactly is that second brother trying to do? He's got wolfish ambitions and evil intentions!"

As if remembering something, his gaze turned even colder.

"And that beggar isn't any good either. He dragged the Second Young Master into this and gave him confidence, feeding his ambitions."

One eldest brother was already enough of a headache. Now the second brother had appeared as well, dreaming of crushing them beneath his feet and accumulating even more wealth than they had.

The Third Young Master couldn't accept it.

The servant standing nearby trembled silently.

The Third Young Master strode toward the door.

"No. We have to stop him."

With that, he headed toward the main building.

Thus, the four of them, who had only separated that morning, gathered together once again.

When the Eldest and Third Young Masters arrived, He Yu and the Second Young Master had already begun.

They sat across from one another at the table.

He Yu remained as languid as ever, while the Second Young Master sat opposite him with relaxed brows and unmistakable delight shining in his eyes.

Neither of the newcomers spoke. Quietly, they stood to one side to watch.

Then they personally witnessed He Yu lose one million to the Second Young Master.

The two of them: "!!!"

They immediately realized—

The Second Young Master already had eight million. Adding another million meant...

He now had nine million?!

The Eldest Young Master's face darkened.

The Third Young Master's eyes turned icy.

The Second Young Master was completely absorbed in the cards and failed to notice them.

He Yu noticed them, but merely glanced over before saying nothing.

Another round.

The Second Young Master won another five hundred thousand.

The Eldest and Third Young Masters could no longer remain calm.

Simultaneously, they pulled out chairs and sat down at the remaining two sides of the square table.

The Eldest Young Master asked, "Mind if I join?"

The Third Young Master glanced at the pile of coins beside the Second Young Master and said expressionlessly,

"Second Brother, you've won quite a bit this time."

His tone remained calm, but his eyes were freezing cold.

Only then did the Second Young Master notice his brothers. Feeling guilty, he lowered his head, though he remained seated instead of leaving.

He Yu said calmly,

"Come on. The more people, the livelier."

The four-player game formed once again.

The Eldest and Third Young Masters each exchanged one million for chips.

The moment they joined, the game changed completely.

The Second Young Master, who had been winning, immediately began losing.

1:00 p.m.

The Second Young Master had lost three million and had five million left.

The Eldest Young Master had won five hundred thousand, bringing him to nine million.

The Third Young Master had won five million. Since it was still in chips, together with his existing assets, he now possessed a total of nine million.

The Second Young Master had been suppressed.

But the Eldest Young Master had no intention of allowing the Third Young Master to profit.

The Third Young Master hadn't even recovered his losses yet.

Naturally, he couldn't leave.

"Again!" the Third Young Master shouted.

The Eldest Young Master sneered.

"Fine. Just don't cry after you lose."

If this had been three days earlier, neither of them could ever have accepted winning or losing over a million in a single hand.

But after three days, their sense of money had completely changed.

Throwing over a million in chips into a pot now felt generous, bold, even exhilarating.

Neither of them thought anything was wrong with it.

3:00 p.m.

The Eldest Young Master had lost four million, leaving only five million.

The Second Young Master won one million, bringing his total to six million.

The Third Young Master's face had turned ashen.

Not only had he lost the five million he had just won, he had also lost another million of his own.

Having lost, he couldn't leave.

Having won, the Second Young Master wanted to win even more.

The Eldest Young Master couldn't accept being overtaken by the Second Young Master.

The three of them had bloodshot eyes.

They stared fixedly at the cards, utterly focused.

Nothing remained in their minds except the game.

5:00 p.m.

The Third Young Master suddenly surged ahead, winning six million in one stroke.

His total reached nine million, making him the clear leader.

The Second Young Master lost five million.

The ten million he had once possessed had now dwindled to only one million.

The Eldest Young Master won two million, bringing him to six million.

Compared to the Third Young Master, however, it wasn't impressive at all.

By now, no one wanted to leave the table.

Their eyes had practically gone red with obsession.

They even ate dinner at the gambling table.

The Third Young Master, having won money, was in an excellent mood and ate heartily.

The Eldest Young Master was also in the mood to take a few bites.

Only the Second Young Master barely forced himself to eat enough to stave off hunger.

7:00 p.m.

The Eldest Young Master lost another three million.

His mood, however, wasn't too bad.

The Second Young Master had gone completely broke.

The Third Young Master was down to only one million.

It wasn't as though he hadn't noticed that He Yu had won quite a lot.

But He Yu had also lost heavily before.

Never expect gamblers caught up in the game to retain much rationality.

He Yu looked toward the Second Young Master expressionlessly.

"Second Young Master, you're out of money."

The Eldest Young Master sneered.

"If you've got no money, then leave. None of it was yours to begin with. Losing it serves you right."

The Second Young Master couldn't accept that.

He shook his head violently.

He had ambitions.

He had always dreamed of stepping over both his elder and younger brothers.

After finally receiving such an opportunity, how could he possibly let it slip away?

The butler had already noticed him and said the Patriarch intended to meet him.

But now?

Before the Patriarch had even met him, he had already lost everything.

No!

The Second Young Master stared at He Yu, his eyes bloodshot.

"No. I'm still playing."

He Yu smiled faintly.

"But you don't have anything left. This is a game of money. Without money, you shouldn't play."

"You could always give up."

"It's only a game."

"You can have your servant play with you instead."

He genuinely meant it.

But the Second Young Master couldn't hear any of it.

Playing with servants would never make him rich.

His fists clenched tightly.

"Exchange more chips for me."

"I still have a flying car worth two million."

"I can mortgage it to you."

It was the only valuable possession he owned.

A coming-of-age gift from the Patriarch.

After a brief hesitation, He Yu nodded.

"That works."

Thus, the Second Young Master transferred ownership of the flying car to He Yu, exchanged it for two hundred chips, and threw himself back into the game.

The Eldest and Third Young Masters looked at him mockingly.

No money left.

What right did he have to keep playing a money game?

The Third Young Master clutched his final one million as though it were a life-saving straw.

The Eldest Young Master watched coldly.

He was determined to make the Third Young Master mortgage something too.

—Of course, he himself would never mortgage his own assets.

—That kind of behavior was far too dangerous.

The Eldest Young Master warned himself.

And firmly believed he could stick to his bottom line.

9:00 p.m.

The Eldest Young Master had lost everything.

The Second Young Master staged a comeback and now possessed four million.

The Third Young Master also recovered, now holding three million.

The Eldest Young Master stared blankly.

"How... how did this happen?"

He Yu sincerely advised him,

"Eldest Young Master, end the game."

"It's a money game."

"If you have no money, don't continue."

"You can always earn money back slowly."

"No rush."

No money?

How could someone from Money Planet possibly accept being penniless?

Earn it back slowly?

Then he'd definitely lose the Asset Competition!

The Second and Third Young Masters still had money.

Only he had gone completely broke.

How could that be acceptable?

He wanted to turn things around.

Just now...

He had been so close to winning.

Just that tiny bit short.

The Eldest Young Master pressed his lips together, his eyes bloodshot.

"Wait for me."

"I'll raise some money."

These past few days of gambling had convinced them all that comebacks were possible.

They also believed that winning and losing were perfectly normal.

If one could win, then naturally one could also lose.

The Eldest Young Master himself had lost many times before.

Then he'd won everything back.

At one point he had won twelve million.

Only to lose it all afterward.

He had lost now.

But if he continued gambling...

He would win.

He would recover everything.

Leaving now meant walking away with nothing.

Continuing meant there was still hope.

His skills weren't the problem.

His luck had simply been bad.

The next hand...

His fortunes would definitely reverse.

Holding onto that belief, the Eldest Young Master left to gather more money.

Neither the Second nor Third Young Master left the table.

The Third Young Master was delighted the Eldest Young Master had lost.

Besides, he had already invested so much that he couldn't get off the ship anymore.

His luck was good now.

He still hoped to win back every coin he had lost.

Naturally, he wasn't leaving.

The Second Young Master had different thoughts.

He had once possessed ten million.

Now he only had four million left.

How could he possibly walk away?

Besides, he was calmer than his brothers.

Out of those four million, two million could be used to redeem his flying car.

He would still have two million left.

Those two million had originally been winnings anyway.

Why would he leave?

At 9:00 p.m., the nightlife was only just beginning.

None of the three had any intention of leaving.

The audience watching silently finally exploded with Bullet Screens.

"I got incredibly excited just watching them gamble, especially from He Yu's perspective. It was unbelievably thrilling. My heart was racing. If even spectators feel like this, you can imagine how insane the emotions of those three are right now."

"How could betting millions per hand not drive someone crazy?"

"I've been glued to this livestream for three straight days without any rest, and now I even feel tempted to gamble myself. He Yu spent several days luring them in, making them invest, making them accept this money game."

"This is terrifying! Those three look absolutely horrifying. None of them is willing to leave the table anymore."

"Exactly. The Eldest Young Master wants to recover his losses, the Second Young Master wants to win even more, and the Third Young Master wants to earn back what he lost. None of them can leave now."

"This is so frightening. Really frightening."

"He Yu never stopped them from leaving."

"They're the ones refusing to walk away."

...

It truly was terrifying.

Originally, the Eldest Young Master had been winning.

He could have walked away at any moment.

Originally, the Second Young Master had won ten million.

He could have left satisfied with his victory.

But Money Planet's defining characteristic—

Greed.

Those two words led them directly into He Yu's trap, completely ensnaring them within this money game.

If they hadn't left while winning...

How could they possibly leave after losing?

1:00 a.m.

The Eldest Young Master won again.

Ten million in chips lay beside him.

Yet he still didn't leave.

Because he had already mortgaged assets worth three million.

If he stopped now, he would still have lost three million in total.

It wasn't an enormous amount.

But his luck had finally turned.

His fortune was steadily rising.

He absolutely wasn't leaving.

He wanted to keep winning.

2:00 a.m.

Seven million in chips sat beside the Second Young Master.

If he walked away now, he would net five million in profit.

Though less than the ten million he'd once had, it was still enough to satisfy expectations.

But the Second Young Master refused to leave.

It was only two in the morning.

Just like before, perhaps he could win several million more during the second half of the night.

3:00 a.m.

The Third Young Master had won thirteen million.

An astonishing figure.

At this point, the Eldest Young Master had only five million remaining.

After deducting his mortgaged assets, he effectively possessed only two million.

The Second Young Master effectively possessed only three million.

The Third Young Master could completely crush both of them and secure victory in the Asset Competition.

Yet...

He still didn't leave.

After all, his original investment had been fifteen million.

He was still two million short.

The Third Young Master remained glued to his chair.

He told himself—

Just another two million.

Once I win another two million, I'll leave immediately.

The game continued.

Once mortgaging assets began...

There was no end.

The more one mortgaged...

The more desperately one wanted a comeback.

If someone lost everything at the gambling table and lacked the resolve to walk away immediately...

They would only sink into an even deeper hell.

And on Money Planet—

A planet where every citizen was consumed by greed—

No one could restrain that greed.

—

8:00 a.m.

The room was deathly silent.

The Eldest Young Master's eyes were bloodshot.

The Second Young Master's gaze was vacant.

The Third Young Master looked utterly dazed.

How...

How had things ended up like this?

He Yu held a playing card between his fingers.

Having gone an entire night without sleep, his complexion had become slightly pale, and his voice was noticeably hoarse and low.

"You've lost everything."

The Eldest Young Master frantically searched through his assets.

"I should still have something left to mortgage."

"Let me look."

"Just a few more hands."

"This time I won't be greedy."

"I'll redeem my assets and leave."

The Second Young Master echoed him.

"Right."

"Just one more game."

"As long as I play one more hand, I'll definitely turn things around!"

The Third Young Master's eyes were bloodshot.

"When I had thirteen million..."

"Why didn't I leave?"

"I could have won!"

"That's right!"

"He Yu, one more game!"

He reached out, trying to grab He Yu.

But He Yu sidestepped him and suddenly stood.

The Third Young Master only managed to catch hold of He Yu's shirt.

He Yu had already taken off his vest.

Now he wore only a white shirt and black suit trousers.

With that violent tug, two buttons at the collar snapped open.

One button had already been undone.

Now three buttons were open altogether.

His elegant collarbones and chest were faintly visible.

His skin was pale as jade.

Though slender, his body possessed perfectly proportioned lines.

His glasses rested lightly upon the bridge of his nose.

As he lowered his eyes, loose strands of hair fell across his forehead.

Whether it was his gaze or the reflection on the lenses, everything about him felt cold.

He raised a hand.

Those long, elegant fingers slowly adjusted his shirt, gently pulling it free from the Third Young Master's grasp.

His movements were completely unhurried.

Every gesture radiated an irresistible, restrained sensuality.

The Eldest, Second, and Third Young Masters, however, had no attention left for such things.

Their minds had already turned into complete mush.

The audience, on the other hand, erupted into screams.

He Yu straightened his clothes.

As he fastened the cuff links on his sleeves, his gaze swept calmly across the three brothers.

His voice remained flat.

Yet it carried endless coldness and indifference.

"The assets under the names of the three Young Masters..."

"...including your residences..."

"...and the assets belonging to your mothers..."

"...have all been mortgaged to me."

"So tell me."

"What capital do you still possess to participate in this money game?"

The three Young Masters...

Had become utterly penniless.

Not only had they mortgaged everything they personally owned...

They had also mortgaged their mothers' property.

Even every Bray family asset they could possibly get their hands on had been mortgaged.

With millions won and lost in every hand...

Losing every last asset...

Becoming completely bankrupt...

Was only natural.

He Yu had fulfilled his promise to the Third Young Master.

The Eldest Young Master was now utterly bankrupt.

Completely destitute.

Naturally, the Third Young Master had followed the same road.

He, too, possessed nothing.

They had lost their own wealth.

Their mothers' wealth.

Even part of the Bray family's assets.

This was no longer merely their own problem.

Once the Patriarch discovered it...

The Bray family would be thrown into earth-shattering turmoil.

His words made all three tremble.

After battling through the entire night, their minds finally regained a trace of clarity.

The sun had already risen outside.

Yet inside the room, suffocating oppression reigned.

Using the last remnants of his rationality, the Eldest Young Master desperately searched for a solution.

Suddenly, he looked up.

His eyes locked onto He Yu.

Filled with murderous hatred, he growled,

"Kill him."

"Kill him, and we'll get our assets back!"

It was the simplest solution.

Kill the person who had profited from them.

The moment the words left his mouth, he attacked He Yu.

The Third Young Master's face turned deathly pale.

Ten minutes later.

The room was in complete disarray.

The Eldest Young Master had exhausted every possible means of attack.

He tried every method imaginable.

Unfortunately...

He Yu still stood there unharmed.

It was as though none of the attacks had affected him in the slightest.

The Third Young Master spoke hoarsely.

"It's useless."

"You can't kill him."

He had already tried long ago.

The Eldest Young Master's face instantly turned white.

He staggered backward two steps.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Filled with terror.

He couldn't be killed?

Then...

Didn't that mean their assets could never be recovered?

The air once again became unbearably tense.

He Yu curled his lips into a smile.

After fastening his cuffs, he reached out and calmly gathered the playing cards back into the case.

His movements remained slow and graceful.

When he picked up the case, he noticed one final card lying beneath it.

The Ace of Spades.

He picked it up.

Rolling it lightly between his fingers, he held it between his index and middle fingers of his right hand.

He raised it to his lips.

The icy card lightly touched his thin lips.

Only then did he look down upon the three of them.

A faint smile curved his lips as he spoke in his hoarse voice.

"The money game is over."

"Victory and defeat are matters of fate."

"Accept your fate."

"And one more sincere reminder..."

"Cherish your life."

"Stay away from gambling."

With that, he tucked the card into the case, closed it, picked it up, smiling leisurely as he walked outside.

The sunlight beyond the door was brilliant.

The paupers left inside no longer deserved any more of his effort.

Silence filled the room.

After a long while...

The Second Young Master slowly opened his mouth.

His voice trembled.

"Can we ask the Patriarch to kill him?"

The moment the Patriarch was mentioned...

Both the Eldest and Third Young Masters turned pale.

The Third Young Master muttered,

"We can't deal with him."

"Maybe... the Patriarch can."

The Eldest Young Master remained silent for a long moment before finally saying,

"Then we'd have to tell the Patriarch that we've lost all our assets."

"We'll have to let him decide."

As soon as those words were spoken...

All three of them looked even paler.

—The Patriarch might indeed stand up for them.

—But he would also punish them mercilessly.

Still clinging to a shred of hope, the Second Young Master cautiously asked,

"Can we gamble with him again?"

"He didn't cheat."

"His card skills are genuinely incredible."

"His hands were always average."

"We lost because of skill, not luck."

"Maybe..."

"If we can scrape together some more capital..."

"We can win it all back?"

The Third Young Master asked nervously,

"So..."

"We keep it from the Patriarch for now?"

Hide it from the Patriarch.

Recover all the money from He Yu first.

Then decide whether or not to tell him.

The Eldest Young Master hesitated deeply.

His reason told him...

Never gamble again.

But emotionally...

He couldn't control himself.

A clear voice inside his head continued whispering—

Go back.

Go win your money back.

The next hand might be the comeback.

"Keep following him."

"Don't let him leave."

"Understood."

Half an hour later, someone reported,

"Young Masters..."

"He Shao has gone to meet the Patriarch."

The three of them: "!!!"

All three collapsed into their chairs.

Their faces were deathly pale.

The Second Young Master looked ready to cry.

"It's over..."

"He's definitely gone to complain."

The Eldest Young Master suddenly gripped the table.

His voice rose sharply.

"No!"

"How would he dare?"

"If he tells the Patriarch he won our money..."

"The Patriarch will definitely kill him!"

The Third Young Master's pupils shook violently.

"So..."

"Could he have been sent by the Patriarch?"

As for what he had been sent to do...

Naturally, to test them.

And obviously...

Not a single one of them had passed.

Every one of them had performed miserably.

"If the Patriarch really sent him..."

"Then that's actually better."

"At least..."

"Our money will come back."

"Now we just wait for the Patriarch's punishment."

The three brothers sat there in utter dejection.

Their hearts overflowed with regret.

—

After leaving the main residence, He Yu went to the adjacent side building.

He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and, dressed in unmistakable nobility, calmly headed off to meet the Bray family Patriarch.

Naturally, the Patriarch wasn't someone anyone could meet so easily.

But He Yu told the butler—

He had a grudge against the Nan family, the Bray family's rival.

He intended to destroy the Nan family.

The enemy of one's enemy was a friend.

The Bray Patriarch had been preparing to go out and make money.

After asking about He Yu's background, he agreed to meet him.

The butler led the way.

He Yu walked in front.

Following behind him was Little Stone, dressed in a suit and tie.

Little Stone carried the black case tightly in both hands, following nervously behind He Yu.

The sun shone brightly.

He Yu walked at an unhurried pace.

He wore a white shirt beneath a black vest.

The vest radiated abstinent elegance.

The open collar of the white shirt blended restrained desire with ascetic refinement.

His suit jacket rested casually over one arm.

Rimless glasses sat upon the bridge of his nose.

Everything about him radiated effortless nobility.

No one could possibly associate him with that so-called beggar anymore.

[Bullet Screen: "Damn, someone as beautiful as He Yu absolutely cannot die!"]

[Bullet Screen: "But Cheng Zhao can't die either. Besides, Cheng Zhao clearly has the advantage right now."]

[Bullet Screen: "He Yu won assets worth three hundred million in one night. It's not like he has no chance anymore. Honestly, I thought he was just making small moves at first, then suddenly he pulled off something massive."]

[Bullet Screen: "The Bray Patriarch still doesn't know that three hundred million worth of his family's assets has already been taken away."]

[Bullet Screen: "Three hundred million is impressive, but Cheng Zhao starts selling his Combat Power Enhancement Course today. His assets will instantly exceed ten billion."]

[Bullet Screen: "He Yu can't catch up. The entire Bray family isn't even worth ten billion."]

While the Bullet Screen continued discussing the situation, Little Stone leaned close to He Yu and lowered his voice.

"What exactly are you planning?"

"You're really going to meet the Bray Patriarch?"

He Yu replied calmly,

"Carry my money-printing machine properly."

After a brief pause, he added,

"I'm going to say goodbye to the Patriarch."

"We're leaving the Bray family immediately."

"And while we're at it..."

"I'll have him do me a small favor."

Little Stone: "???"

Since when was the Patriarch that obedient?!

[Bullet Screen: "You just won that much money from his sons, and now you're asking him for a favor?!"]

[Bullet Screen: "As expected of He Yu. If anyone would dare think of it and actually do it, it's him!"]