Chapter 108: By What Right Was He Released?

Chapter 108: Why Let Him Go?

The chubby man stared at Tang Zhong as if he had seen a ghost.

Those dice were filled with mercury; without mastering their secret, it was impossible to roll a triple. How had he managed it?

“It seems you lost,” Tang Zhong said with a smile.

The little mustached man was not willing to let Tang Zhong take Bai Su, such a rare beauty, away so easily. If that happened, wouldn’t all his efforts have been in vain?

Besides, there were still two million in that guy’s card—he wanted both the person and the money.

He pressed his gun against Tang Zhong’s chest and said, “I forgot to mention earlier: best two out of three. This round will be a contest of the smallest number.”

“You’re going back on your word. Not very gentlemanly, is it?” Tang Zhong replied.

“I suggest you behave,” the little mustached man warned, pressing the gun firmly against Tang Zhong’s heart. “Otherwise, my gun might just go off.”

“Fine.” Tang Zhong reached out to grab the dice shaker.

“Wait,” the little mustached man called out. “This time, I go first.”

Tang Zhong smiled and gestured politely.

Holding the gun in one hand pointed at Tang Zhong, the other hand gripped the shaker cover over five dice. He shook it around the table a few times, then lifted it up. The dice seemed magnetically drawn to the shaker, all five flying into the air.

His hand shook the shaker wildly, the sound of dice clattering nonstop.

Clang—

The shaker landed.

“Reveal,” the little mustached man said confidently, clearly trusting his skill.

Tang Zhong lifted the cover. Sure enough, five red ones appeared.

“I’m the dealer. Even if you roll five ones, I still win,” the little mustached man said with a grin. “So you can’t take this woman away. And the two million—those are mine.”

“Why five ones? This isn’t a high-roll game,” Tang Zhong smiled, grabbed the shaker, and shook it vigorously a few times before slamming it down with a ‘click.’

His actions were simple, forceful, with no flair—nothing like the dice kings or gods on television tossing dice in the air and letting them circle their bodies. Worst of all, Tang Zhong’s ears didn’t twitch or sharpen to catch the sound of the dice rolling.

“Do you want to reveal, or should I?” Tang Zhong asked.

“I’ll reveal.” The little mustached man flipped open Tang Zhong’s shaker—and was stunned.

Only one red pip showed, because the other four dice were hidden underneath that single pip.

“Wow. The legendary ‘Arrow through the Heart,’” an onlooker exclaimed in amazement.

The little mustached man turned and slapped the onlooker’s face, cursing, “What arrow through your mother’s heart? Get lost! Watch the man closely. If he runs, I’ll shoot you through your heart.”

“So, I win, right?” Tang Zhong said. “You had five ones. I only have one.”

“You’re cheating,” the little mustached man sneered, eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Boy, do you know what happens to cheaters in my casino? At best, you lose your hands and feet; at worst—”

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