Zuo Wei felt that Chen Yun looked familiar, as if he had seen him before.

But for a moment I couldn't remember where I had seen Chen Yun before.

At this moment, one of his men came to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.

He smiled and said to Chen Yun, "Mr. Chen, the money you won in that boxing match has been transferred to the card you specified by our club, just as you instructed."

At this moment, Lai Fu also came to Chen Yun's side and whispered to Chen Yun, "Mr. Chen, the money has been received, but it is not 901 million, but 950 million and 1 million."

Chen Yun looked at Zuo Wei: "How come there's an extra 50 million?"

Zuo Wei smiled smugly and said, "According to the casino rules, we take 10% of the winnings as commission, but since this is Mr. Chen's first time playing here, we only took half a percent as a favor to Mr. Chen, and as a way to make friends with him!"

He had expected Chen Yun to be overjoyed and deeply grateful.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yun said indifferently, "That's petty!"

Zuo Wei's smug smile froze instantly, turning into embarrassment.

In fact, with such a large bet, the match just now could be considered a bet between Chen Yun and Zuo Wei, and Zuo Wei taking a cut was the one who benefited.

However, this is Zuo Wei's territory after all.

Chen Yun came here to gamble.

It makes sense that Zuo Wei was taking advantage of the situation by following established practices.

But Zuo Wei shouldn't have said she wanted to be friends with Chen Yun!

It's even more inappropriate to say that this is a favor to Chen Yun!

If you genuinely want to make friends, then don't charge a commission; it will show that you're sincere in your efforts.

This is half the cost of water!

It makes them seem stingy!

There's a suspicion that he's both reluctant to spend the money on water and wants to make friends.

I want both!

It would naturally seem petty!

Chen Yun said calmly, "Laifu, return the 50 million. As for the 900 million and 1 million, the usual rule applies, donate it."

"Today is Miss Shu's birthday, so let's donate this money to the orphanage in Miss Shu's name!"

Lai Fu replied, "Yes, Mr. Chen!"

After saying that, he returned the 50 million and donated 901 million to the Beijing Orphanage Fund.

Immediately, Lin Zhengshang and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zuo Wei's face turned pale and then red, looking extremely unwell.

Shu Lingyue knew that Chen Yun always donated these ill-gotten gains, mostly to the national treasury or the Northern Army.

But she never dreamed that Chen Yun would donate such a large sum of money to an orphanage in her name today.

Celebrate her birthday this way.

Suddenly, her nose felt a little sore. Looking into Chen Yun's beautiful eyes, she felt even more affectionate, her heart filled with tenderness, but she scolded him playfully, "What a straight man! How can you celebrate someone's birthday like this?"

Chen Yun simply smiled upon hearing this, neither confirming nor denying.

He sat down casually, as if he were the master of the place, and gestured slightly to Zuo Wei, saying with a smile, "Sit!"

Lin Zhengshang and the others looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

Zuo Wei's face showed anger!

Chen Yun's act of taking the initiative angered him.

Moreover, Chen Yun not only took the initiative, but his very act of sitting down also subtly conveyed the feeling of a superior bestowing a seat upon a subordinate.

This made him very unhappy!

However, he did not react on the spot, but sat down instead.

He summoned a servant to serve tea.

Then, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said casually, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zuo Wei, and I'm the owner of this furniture club. May I ask Mr. Chen's full name?"

Chen Yun said, "You don't want to know my name!"

Zuo Wei frowned, not understanding what Chen Yun meant.

Then I realized that Chen Yun looked familiar.

Does this look familiar?

He couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Chen? Have we met before?"

Chen Yun chuckled: "You never know!"

Chen Yun had never met Zuo Wei, but Zuo Wei was a member of the Shadow Mountain Society and had probably seen Chen Yun's photo.

Therefore, Chen Yun mysteriously said, "It's hard to say."

Zuo Wei was puzzled when he heard this. He had either seen it or he hadn't. What could it be?

However, he now regards Chen Yun as a frivolous and unruly playboy who does things unpredictably!

So I didn't think much of it.

He just smiled and said, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, Mr. Chen, but I can't quite place it."

Actually, you can't blame him.

He had actually read Chen Yun's information!

However, when the Japanese were collecting information on Chen Yun, they deliberately smeared Chen Yun's image.

The document contains several photos.

Aside from one image of Chen Yun dressed in military uniform, his face covered in blood, exuding a murderous aura as a war god.

The remaining photos were all unflattering shots taken from tricky angles, and the colors were adjusted to make them dark and murky, thus distorting Chen Yun's image.

After all, in the eyes of the Japanese, Chen Yun was young and handsome.

If their people knew that their war god was killed by such a young and handsome man.

They themselves definitely wouldn't accept it.

Therefore, Chen Yun's image was distorted, and his photos were made to look fierce and ugly.

That way they'll be more likely to accept it!

The person who compiled Chen Yun's information probably didn't expect that doing so would result in people who had read the information not being able to recognize Chen Yun when they saw him in person.

This is exactly the situation with Zuo Wei right now!

Upon hearing Zuo Wei's words, a cold smile flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. He was now basically certain that Zuo Wei was a member of the Shadow Mountain Society.

However, instead of reacting rashly, he calmly said, "You have already asked me many questions. Would you mind if I asked you two?"

Zuo Wei smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, please ask me anything. I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Chen Yun looked around at the scene and at Zuo Wei's men, and said, "The decoration style here is all Japanese style, the women are all wearing kimonos, and your men are all dressed as Japanese samurai."

"Although you speak with perfect pronunciation, I can still sense the difference. Are you all Japanese?"

Zuo Wei frowned upon hearing this, exchanged glances with his men, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Mr. Chen, does it matter who we are?"

Chen Yun said, "I'll take your answer as an admission that you are all Japanese."

"The second question!"

"Are you all from the Kageyama Clan?"

When Zuo Wei heard Chen Yun ask him if he was Japanese, he was only a little wary and displeased.

But then Chen Yun asked him if he was a member of the Shadow Mountain Society!

His eyes widened in shock, and he slammed his teacup down on the coffee table. He stood up abruptly, glaring at Chen Yun with a mixture of surprise and anger, and demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you?"

Whoosh!

The four skilled guards behind him, along with the surrounding Japanese samurai, all surrounded him.

They surrounded Chen Yun and his party in layers upon layers, leaving them no way to pass.

Moreover, these guys had already placed their hands on the hilts of their katanas at their waists.

He looked fierce, as if he was about to strike at any moment!

The madman and his men immediately assumed a defensive stance.

Chen Yun remained seated, calm and composed, and smiled, saying, "Such a strong reaction suggests they are undoubtedly from the Shadow Mountain Society."

After saying that, he looked up at Zuo Wei and said, "I just said, you don't want to know who I am."

Zuo Wei stared intently at Chen Yun, finding him increasingly familiar. His mind raced, and suddenly, an inspiration struck him, and he remembered.

His pupils dilated suddenly, his face filled with shock, and he blurted out, "You! It was you! You are the War God of the Northern Frontier, Chen Yun!"