OFR – Chapter 292 How Arrogant (Part 2)

So, Rong Qingwen didn’t want to end up doing all this just to make a wedding dress for someone else.

He had come here to showcase the prestige of the Rong family—how could he let someone like Leng, who wasn’t even part of his calculations, disrupt the entire plan?

How could the two-hundred-year honor of the Rong family be reduced to merely someone else’s backdrop?

Impossible!

He would never allow that to happen.

Just as he frowned in thought for a few seconds and the female dealer gestured for him to speak and reveal his cards, he suddenly remembered the boy’s bold question from the start.

“If Rong Shao loses, how will he handle it?”

Thinking back on those words now, they felt surreal.

He truly had been pushed by this boy to the point of no return—but luckily, at this final moment, his chances of winning were overwhelming!

Either win like a sovereign king, or lose utterly and completely!

Indeed, in this game, he had no choice but to go all in!

But now, upon reflection, Rong Qingwen felt that if he were to throw that same question back at the boy, it would be rather fitting.

With that in mind, after a brief pause, he looked across the table at the boy and asked with a loud laugh:

“I want to ask—does Leng Shao still remember the question you asked me at the beginning?”

In that moment, under the gaze of all, Rong Qingwen’s words instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Leng Shao’s question at the start?

No one had forgotten.

Absolutely no one!

That crisp, slightly magnetic voice had left a deep impression:

“Welcome, Rong Shao, to the grand banquet of Zijin. I, code name Leng, ask five questions of Rong Shao. First: if you lose today, how will you handle it?”

If you lose today, how will you handle it?

Even before the confrontation began, Leng Shao had dared to put such a domineering question right on the table.

It was the spark that ignited the room’s atmosphere.

So how could anyone forget it so quickly?

Even months or years later, they would likely still remember—and their hearts would still stir.

The Rong family!

What an immense and powerful family.

Ordinary people might not understand the strength of the Rongs, simply because they couldn’t even reach that world.

But for the elite gathered here, the Rong family was no different from the richest tycoon on the Forbes China list is to the average citizen.

Just imagine—a commoner witnessing someone question China’s richest man: “If you lose, how will you handle it?”

Who could forget that?

Who would forget?

The vast majority of people would never forget.

And neither would this crowd.

But now they were curious: why was Rong Qingwen bringing this up again?

Was he trying to mock Leng Shao now that he believed his hand was unshakably strong?

That didn’t seem to match Rong Qingwen’s character—he, as the Rong family’s eldest legitimate heir, shouldn’t be so petty.

So what was the reason?

The crowd puzzled over it.

But they didn’t have to wonder for long—because in the next moment, they understood exactly what Rong Qingwen intended!

This legitimate heir of the Rong family wanted to retrieve not only the Rong’s prestige—but also that tiny shred of honor he had lost moments ago.

After a brief pause, before Leng Shao had a chance to respond, Rong Qingwen suddenly stood up.

His otherwise ordinary face now carried a proud expression, and he asked:

“I assume Leng Shao remembers. In that case, I, Rong Qingwen, would now also like to ask: If you lose—how will you handle it?”

His voice rang out across the entire Zijin Huting.

At this final stage of the first round, Rong Qingwen’s proud counter-question made it clear to all: it looked like Rong Shao had a 90% chance of winning!

And now, even his momentum and aura aimed to completely crush Leng Shao!

He wanted this legendary power match that shook Nanjing to be remembered for one name alone: Rong!

This was Rong Qingwen!

The legitimate heir of the northern Rong family—equal in cunning, influence, and wealth to the older generation of powerhouses!

As Rong Qingwen made his proud declaration, everyone could feel his targeted aggression toward Leng Shao.

Naturally, all eyes turned to the youngest person at the Zijin Pavilion.

Yet to their surprise, the boy’s gentle, neighborly face showed no signs of panic.

No shock, no embarrassment—not even a flicker of surprise.

Compared to before, his expression hadn’t changed at all.

That calm demeanor first left people stunned, then slowly made their hearts beat faster.

They had a sudden, vague feeling…

Their breathing grew quicker.

Then, just seconds later, the boy slowly looked up.

His pitch-black eyes met Rong Qingwen’s gaze as he smiled lightly and said:

“Rong Shao is asking me what I’d do if I lost?”

Rong Qingwen nodded, genuinely curious to hear how this youth—who had fought him so fiercely—would answer.

But that curiosity didn’t last long.

In mere seconds, it evaporated completely.

Not only that—for the first time, Rong Qingwen felt a long-lost, crushing sense of powerlessness—from someone younger than him.

It was nearly 1 PM.

Under the sunlight, the boy slowly stood up.

Then, without any drama, he tossed the bank card—just returned by the pavilion manager—right back to him.

Calmly and quietly, he said:

“Manager, if I lose, then I’ll draw another 30 billion in chips. As long as Rong Shao does not back down, I will accompany him to the very last moment!”

Thirty billion.

When those two words spread through the transmission system of the Zijin Pavilion, they exploded like a thunderclap in everyone’s minds.

Their ears buzzed.

It took a long while before people recovered, and finally realized:

That earlier line—

“A mere 5 billion—what harm is there in gifting it to the Rong family?”

—wasn’t just talk.

And now, everyone present could feel it.

This boy, in the short span of a few minutes, had already risen to a level of overwhelming dominance.

They looked up at the boy under the sunlight.

He stood tall, his figure slender and proud.

At that very moment—he seemed to represent the pinnacle of everything they dreamed of becoming.

They knew…

Even after many, many years…

They would remember today.

Remember this power match.

Remember Zijin Huting.

And remember—that a boy named Leng had once been here.