OFR – Chapter 296 Watch him rule the world (Part 1)

Rong Qingwen lost his composure. But in doing so, he made many people realize the turbulent storm hidden beneath this brutal game.

Yes—was Rong Qingwen the protagonist of this poker match?

No!
He was not!
It was the Rong family who was the true protagonist of this game!

As long as the Rong family still stood at the top of the northern power structure, it meant this gambling war was far from over!

Just as Rong Qingwen had said upon arrival—if he were to lose today, then the next time he came to Nanjing, it wouldn’t be just him coming.

There would be even stronger figures from the Rong family!

And these people would be powerful enough to make the entire upper class of Nanjing step aside!

At that time, all the dignity and glory that the Rong family had lost in Nanjing would be reclaimed in full!

And the young man who had continuously crushed Rong Qingwen today—Cold—would undoubtedly face a storm-like retaliation from the Rong family.

That’s why everyone could sense the hidden meaning behind Rong Qingwen’s loss of composure.

Those seated at the Zijin Pavilion felt it even more keenly.

As Rong Qingwen’s threat echoed, Nalan Yun, seated on the left, was just about to stand up in support of Cold, ready to say something like “The Nalan family will stand with you to the end.”

But from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the refined youth not far from him—facing Rong Qingwen’s direct threat—showed no sign of discomfort.

On the contrary, there was a calm indifference on that delicate face.

So unbothered. So serene.
And to Nalan Yun, oddly familiar.

Where had he seen that expression before?

He frowned and thought for a moment. And then, when he remembered the source of that familiar feeling—he suddenly looked up at Mu Bai, a trace of shock in his eyes.

Yes, Nalan Yun had seen it before.

He vaguely remembered—back near the old Yue border, in Yue’an City, this very youth had shown the same calm and indifference. With unstoppable momentum, and the boldness to sweep across rivers and mountains, he had crushed a deadly ambush with overwhelming force!

It was that same expression.

And it made Nalan Yun instantly freeze his rising motion and slowly sit back down.

Because he knew—this Cold, who once made even the rulers of the chaotic Golden Triangle kneel and beg for mercy, didn’t need his help in facing a mere Rong Qingwen.

Soon after, before a few seconds had passed, Mu Bai gently stood up.

This was the third time he had locked eyes across the table with Rong Qingwen—the direct heir of the Rong family.

As their gazes met in the air, and just as Rong Qingwen was about to speak again, he heard a voice that made his eardrums tremble—and his mind reel in disbelief!

He stared in shock at the young man before him.

“I heard what you just said, Young Master Rong.
Since you’ve spoken so boldly, then fine—please remember this name!”

After a slight pause, Mu Bai raised his voice:

“Cold!
A name that’s eager to see how the Rong family will try to make him kneel!
He’s right here, in Nanjing—waiting at any time for the Rong family’s grand arrival!”

As he finished speaking—and before anyone could react—Mu Bai casually flipped over his hole cards and tossed them onto the table.

Pocket Aces!

A top-tier hand!

Combined with the two Aces already on the table, he had assembled a Four of a Kind Aces—the second most powerful hand in Texas Hold’em, just below a Royal Flush!

Such a hand left no doubt.

Whether or not Rong Qingwen revealed his own cards, the winner was clear:

Cold!

This youth, so fierce that Rong Qingwen had no choice but to back down—had won!
Completely and utterly won!

In a game that had drawn in the most powerful elites of Nanjing, he had used unmatched dominance and arrogance to sweep Rong Qingwen off the table.

He became the most dazzling and most watched presence at the Zijin Pavilion.

Moreover, his earlier words and the bold act of flipping his cards left the entire audience shaken by the sheer force of his recklessness and defiance!

In the face of Rong Qingwen’s threat, in the face of the behemoth that was the Rong family—this youth had shouted to everyone, to Rong Qingwen, and even to the Rong clan itself, the loudest declaration of this era:

Cold is right here, in Nanjing—unafraid of any threat or provocation under the heavens!

And as the card landed and his challenge to the Rong family rang through the venue—

The audience stared at the tall and proud youth standing at the Zijin Pavilion, unable to contain themselves—they rose to their feet and burst into wild applause!

Even many emotional tycoons couldn’t help but shout, ignoring status or decorum:

• “Cold is invincible!”
• “Among the powers of Nanjing, from today on—Cold is number one!”
• “From this day forward, the name Cold will echo across all of southern China!”
• “This isn’t just Cold—it’s Cold the Unmatched!”
• “Of the ten parts of Nanjing’s bold spirit—Cold owns eight! Unrivaled under heaven!”

In an instant, the entire Zijin Pavilion boiled over!

Cold!

In this earth-shaking gambling match, this youth had displayed a swagger that forced every powerful figure in Nanjing to look up in awe!

And in that moment, in the hearts of every elite and tycoon present in Nanjing, the name Cold had reached the summit.

Now, everyone who witnessed this scene finally understood—

Why so many people revered the name “Cold” with such awe.

Why his ranking on the Nanjing Rich List surpassed even old giants like Nalan Yun and Chen Yunzhi.

Why even Nalan Yun respectfully called him “Brother Cold.”

Because the truth was simple:

Cold—has never lost.