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Chapter 982 - What Does the Godfather Say?
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Chapter 982: 982、What Does the Godfather Say?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Hey Sinian, watch your word, buddy,” said his friend.

Shut your mouth if anything. I guess it’s not going to be anything good, whatever that is.

Yan Sinian shrugged as he beamed at Mo Ning.

Mo Ning was tired of playing catch with Yan Sinian. She did not intend to start a fight in the bar either. “Ugh, fine.” Therefore she chose to comply with them while having a strong feeling that her date with Huo Run would fail miserably.

They headed into the private cabin. Mo Ning tapped for a few bottles of exquisite red wines for her friends, not forgetting the Perrier-Jouët champagne mellow to tongue for the girls (including herself).

She ignored Yan Sinian who smiled gleefully next to her and turned to whisper by Huo Run’s ears, “I’m sorry about tonight. We will go somewhere else with just ourselves next time, okay?”

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Huo Run blushed, she felt her hormones burning inside her petite body, “Okay.”

Okay, good, now the princess is charmed. My next move is...

?

That was when the man wrapped her shoulder with his strong arm. She tried breaking free but the man looked amused as he spoke, “Aren’t we both men? Why do you look so surprised? Unless...you aren’t a man, are you?”

Mo Ning’s cheek twitched in annoyance, her plastic smile remained, “Well, if Senior Yan is a girl, I wouldn’t mind at all. Too bad, you aren’t.” And she threw his hand away.

Yan Sinian’s friend wanted to sit closer to them, so he landed right between Mo Ning and Huo Run.

“Hello, I’m Feng Jie. I’ve been expecting you.” He spoke a rather formal language, even though the accent made it hard to perceive sometimes.

“Feng Jie? Sister Feng?” Huo Run was bewildered, “You have quite—a beautiful name.”

“Ugh.”

Sob. I’m not a walking meme! I’m not a tranny with personality!

Feng Jie sniffed before glaring at Yan Sinian, demanding him to do something.

Too bad, Yan Sinian could not be bothered to even look at his beautifully-named friend. He examined the shocked look on Mo Ning, “I guess wise people think alike, huh?”

Mo Ning looked away while rolling her eyes.

“Hahaha.” And Yan Sinian shut her mouth, leaving Feng Jie grabbing his face in remorse of being mistaken as a tranny again.

The next half an hour lapsed like a year. It was awkward. Very awkward. Huo Run did not feel easy on her seat at all. She glanced at Yan Sinian who also happened to have looked at her.

Huo Run could tell the hostile and disgusted look in his eyes. It was as if she was an unwanted prop in his surrounding.

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“Mo Ning.” She cleared her throat, “H-how about we play some games?”

“Okay!” Unexpectedly Yan Sinian was the first to agree, “Let’s play...” With his eyes fixed upon Mo Ning, he took the glass of wine Feng Jie refilled for him. He was pondering and he pondered deeply, to an extent that his eyes squinted in wonder.

Mo Ning gulped, wondering if the dark godfather would do a Russian Roulette where one glass would be filled with poison or the drinking game would involve an actual gun he had in his sleeve.

“Poker cards.” He said each syllable clearly as if announcing an upcoming demise.

“...”

Mo Ning rolled her eyes while Feng Jie could feel his smile twitching, “Can you just shut up for 5 minutes? Please?” Pleaded Feng Jie.

Of all games, you chose to play POKER CARDS? Do we look like a bunch of Japanese primary school kids on their seven-year-old birthday party?

For Pete’s sake, you’re the DARK GODFATHER who can summon your henchmen to perform a massacre at a single flick of your fingers and you want to play Poker Cards?

“It’s decided. We are playing this,” said Yan Sinian joyfully, “The classic game. With a twist,” he smiled, “Whoever gets the Poker card last, has to answer a question.”