Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 942 Even If the Emperor Comes, It Won\'t Work. I Said It!

"This…"

Park Sangwoo was instantly speechless. He was just a cornered dog, so what could he say? He could only continue to say forcefully, "Anyway, you cheated. That game just now doesn\'t count. Let\'s start again."

This time, without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, the fatty who was watching from the side immediately disagreed: "Why should we start again? If we lose, we\'ll admit our losses, but you\'re going back on your word? The Koreans were indeed the Koreans. They didn\'t keep their promises."

The other onlookers also responded.

"That\'s right. There are so many of us watching. He didn\'t cheat at all."

"That\'s right, especially when he let you choose the third round. You made the wrong choice."

"Do you really think we Chinese are all cowards? You have to honor the bet you made today, or you won\'t be able to walk out of the antique street."

"That\'s right. If you want to renege on your debt, you have to ask if we agree first."

"We don\'t agree. We have to honor the bet!"

"We do not agree…"

The group of people immediately shouted at the Koreans. They were all furious and looked like they were about to attack.

The Koreans were so scared that their faces turned pale. It seemed that if they didn\'t honor the bet today, it wouldn\'t be easy for them to leave.

However, they were indeed in the wrong in this matter. They had won here for the entire morning, and when they lost, they had honored their promises.

Now that it was their turn to lose, how could it be so easy to renege on the debt?

Lee Young-Ki looked at him with a dark expression. "Sangwoo, please honor your bet."

Park Sangwoo looked at him in disbelief. "Teacher, I can\'t…"

If he knelt on the ground and shouted "I\'m a pig" a hundred times, he could barely fulfill his promise. But if he had to carve the word \'pig\' on his face, it would be worse than death for him.

Lee Young-Ki glared at him coldly. "I\'ve already stopped you before. You were the one who insisted on agreeing to him."

"Now that you\'ve lost, please honor your bet and don\'t bring shame to us Koreans."

Park Sangwoo looked at Lee Young-Ki and then at the excited crowd. He knew that if he insisted on denying it today, he would probably die.

He had no choice but to kneel on the ground and shout in humiliation, "I\'m a pig, I\'m a pig…"

"Louder, I can\'t hear you."

The fat man immediately cheered. The depression of losing 10 million just now was swept away.

"I\'m a pig, I\'m a pig, I\'m a pig…"

Park Sangwoo\'s humiliated voice echoed throughout the antique street. He had never been humiliated like this before, and it was in front of so many Chinese people. This made him feel even more tormented.

Especially when these Chinese people kept pointing at him and talking and laughing, it made him even more resentful.

A bunch of lowly Chinese people, he would definitely make you pay the price.

He gritted his teeth and repeated \'I\'m a pig\' a hundred times, then he slowly stood up and glared at Ye Feng.

All the humiliation today was because of this person. He wished he could eat his flesh and sleep with his skin.

Ye Feng met his venomous gaze. A faint smile appeared on his face. "There is one last punishment. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

The hatred on Park Sangwoo\'s face immediately dissipated and was replaced by deep fear.

He had spent a lot of effort on this face. Just the minor adjustments were no less than dozens of times. If he wanted to destroy this face now, he might as well kill him with a knife.

"I... Can I compensate you with a sum of money? The last punishment... Forget it?"

When Ye Feng heard his suggestion, he smiled even more happily. "Alright, then pay me all the money you won this morning and I will let you go."

Park Sangwoo was initially happy when he heard that he had agreed, but when he heard his request, his face turned gloomy again.

They had won nearly 200 million in cash this morning, as well as a lot of antique jade. In total, they had won more than 300 million.

Moreover, these were basically won by his teacher, Lee Young-Ki. He had no right to make decisions.

"Hurry up and do it. Stop dawdling. Why don\'t I help you?" The fat man jeered again, looking eager to give it a try.

Park Sangwoo had no choice but to grab a golden hairpin next to him with trembling hands and prepare to make a move.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Lee Young-Ki suddenly spoke up, "Killing someone is just a head-to-head matter. Sangwoo was already humiliated just now. Do we really have to disfigure him?"

He was asking Ye Feng this question, his eyes were filled with threat.

"He agreed to the bet himself. I didn\'t force him. Since he agreed, he should honor it. Is there a problem?" Ye Feng ignored his threat and immediately retorted.

Seeing that his threat was ineffective, Lee Young-Ki\'s tone softened a little. "But this punishment is too severe. He\'s still so young. If he gets a scar on his face, his life will be ruined. Can you change it?"

Ye Feng smiled. "Alright, he is too young to carve words, you are already so old, why don\'t you just accept the punishment for him?"

Lee Young-Ki\'s face darkened again. "Is there really no room for negotiation?"

Ye Feng\'s expression also turned cold. "If his mouth was not that cheap, perhaps there would be room for negotiation."

"But since he dared to insult my friend, what\'s the point of discussing?"

"He must be punished today. Even if the emperor comes, it won\'t work."

Cheng Fei\'er, who was standing beside him, immediately felt excited.

This fellow was usually not serious in front of her, but when he was serious… He was quite handsome!

Park Sangwoo held the golden hairpin in one hand and looked at his teacher. That was his last hope.

The scene immediately fell into a short silence, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

An even more intense conflict seemed to be brewing.