Li Zhen, Li Feng, and the others’ eyes lit up; everyone felt a surge of excitement. They knew Meng Haizhou was quite skilled at dice games, usually never losing, and those dice were his own preparation. If it were just a two-person wager and Meng Haizhou still lost, it would truly be baffling! Everyone present was well aware of Jun Moxie’s gambling prowess. While they didn't know what luck he’d stumbled upon earlier, pitted against Meng Haizhou now, Jun Moxie had absolutely no hope!

“Who goes first?” Jun Xie swung his legs, still feeling the ache from where Dugu Xiaoyi had kicked him moments ago.

“I will!” Meng Haizhou snatched the dice, weighing them repeatedly in his hand. He stilled his mind and focused, striving to calm the churning blood in his chest. He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath, seemingly begging for favor. This single roll involved everything these few of them could muster! If he lost, the consequences were simply unthinkable!

Jun Xie sighed, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He quietly leaned toward Dugu Xiaoyi: “Do you think he’s going to call upon the spirit of his ancestor for help? Why does this atmosphere feel so weird, so eerie, like something is deeply wrong?” Saying this, he yanked up his sleeve and exclaimed dramatically, “Look, I’ve got goosebumps!”

Dugu Xiaoyi’s stern expression, fixed due to sensing the strangeness of the situation, immediately collapsed. She burst into helpless laughter, flopping around. How had she never noticed before that this playboy was actually such an amusing person?

Meanwhile, Li Feng and the others facing them glared fiercely at Jun Xie, assuming he was deliberately trying to disrupt Meng Haizhou’s focus. Jun Xie and Tang Yuan met their gaze without yielding an inch.

After a long moment, Meng Haizhou roared, then twisted his wrist and flicked his fingers. A series of crisp sounds followed as the three dice tumbled into the dice cup, spinning wildly.

“Six! Six! Six!…” Li Feng and the others watched the spinning dice with desperate intensity, shouting in unison, spittle flying. The atmosphere was as fervent as if they were at a massive casino filled with hundreds of people.

The first die stopped spinning—it was indeed a six! Immediately following, the second die settled, astonishingly, it was also a six!

Li Feng and his group erupted in joy. Although the third die was still spinning, everyone already felt victory was assured. Instantly, their eyes burned with fanaticism, and they yelled even louder and hoarser: “Six! Six Six…” If it were three sixes, Jun Xie would lose almost certainly. Unless he also threw the ancestor of triples—three sixes—to tie, he was doomed to lose!

But how could the ancestor of triples appear so easily? Glancing at Jun Xie, several of them were already brimming with smugness.

The last die finally slowed its rotation, visibly nearing its final position. Judging by the color showing on its surface, it was unmistakably a six!

Even Meng Haizhou let out a long, relieved breath. This roll was truly above his usual standard; hitting two sixes was already lucky for him. This time, victory was guaranteed!

Who would have thought that at that very moment, the die suddenly began a slow, deliberate roll, tumbling into the space between the other two. With a sudden tilt, it bumped the die on the left, causing it to flip over. Then, as if drunk, it spun back and nudged the die on the right. Following this, both dice flipped before finally coming to a stop. . . .

Silence instantly fell over the room, heavy and absolute!

Li Feng, Li Zhen, Meng Haizhou, and the rest looked on with beaming smiles. The look of ecstatic triumph instantly froze on their faces, but the pupils of all six pairs of eyes suddenly flushed red. The younger ones, Li Lin and Meng Fei, grimaced; they looked ready to cry.

The three dice lay still in the cup: one dot, two dots, and three dots! If Meng Haizhou were the Banker, according to the rules of the game, this roll meant he lost everything—a ‘universal payout.’ That meant regardless of what numbers others had wagered on, he had lost!

It was over! Meng Haizhou closed his eyes and promptly fainted. The other five looked as if they had just attended a funeral, frozen motionless, staring blankly at the three dice in the cup, on the verge of bursting into loud lamentations.

“Waaaa… ha… ha….” Tang Yuan leaped high into the air—it was hard to imagine how such a large, plump man could manage such a jump. In a surge of ecstasy, he grabbed Jun Xie’s shoulder: “Third Young Master, your luck today is absolutely incurable! The God of Wealth is upon you, ha ha ha ha!”

“What God of Wealth? This is clearly the God of Gamblers arriving! Now it’s my turn,” Jun Xie said, feigning lingering fear. “That just scared the life out of me! No wonder Brother Meng prepared for so long; he was planning such a high-difficulty maneuver. I truly admire him.” He clicked his tongue twice: “This level of skill, where you get exactly what you want at will—truly remarkable! This kind of technique is not something ordinary people possess. You, you, you, you are truly the God of Gamblers!”

“What’s your turn? Third Young Master, you don’t need to roll! You’ve already won! He threw a One-Two-Three, a universal loss!” Tang Yuan leaped high again, his entire body of fat undulating in a magnificent, violent tremor that took a long time to subside.

“Nonsense! You haven't won yet! There’s no Banker or non-Banker in this round!” Li Feng roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body trembling. “What if you also roll a One-Two-Three?”

“Do you think that’s even possible?” Tang Yuan shot him a look of utter disdain, actually asking such a simple-minded question! How could I have lost to this group of simpletons earlier?

“That’s true,” Jun Xie chuckled. “Then, this young master will display my peerless gambling skills for you all to witness! Hey, someone, hurry up and wake up Young Master Meng. What if he claims he didn’t see it and tries to cheat later? Seeing is believing, after all,” Jun Xie said earnestly.

Damn it! How could this guy be so cunning today? Li Feng and the others exchanged uneasy glances: the last avenue of escape was gone…

Dugu Xiaoyi, clearly enjoying stirring the pot, laughed and chimed in: “He’s not awake? No problem, I’ll give him a few kicks; he’ll certainly wake up!”

Meng Haizhou, lying on the ground, had actually been awake for some time. He was planning to feign ignorance. As soon as Jun Xie rolled, the others would immediately concede his victory and sweep away the dice. Then Meng Haizhou would get up and claim foul, saying he hadn't seen it and it didn't count, demanding a re-roll!

Meng Haizhou even had his excuse ready: “You were gambling with me, not them. They say you won, but I didn’t see it! If I didn’t see it, it doesn’t count!”

Unexpectedly, Jun Xie had seen through him. If Dugu Xiaoyi started kicking him… heavens above…

Before he could actively move, Tang Yuan delivered a sharp kick to Meng Haizhou: “Stop playing dead, get up.” He seemed to pour out the entire day’s grievances into that one kick. Meng Haizhou cried out in pain, sat up, and saw Jun Xie, Tang Yuan, and Dugu Xiaoyi all smiling at him.

Standing up shamelessly, Meng Haizhou’s face was filled with dejection, his eyes blazing with malice. If Dugu Xiaoyi hadn't shown up today, Meng Haizhou might have been tempted to forcibly detain Jun Xie…

Footsteps sounded at the door, and a man rushed in: “Young Master Meng, Young Master Li…” He suddenly stopped speaking. The newcomer was the guard sent to deliver a message, but upon seeing the expressions on Li Feng and the others’ faces, even a pig would know that something momentous had shifted again. However, no one could have predicted the situation had taken such a bizarre turn…

“Watch closely now,” Jun Xie said triumphantly, grabbing the dice and looking at Meng Haizhou; the faces of Meng Haizhou and the other five were ashen, watching Jun Xie perform, their teeth grinding audibly in unison…

“I’m rich!” Jun Xie roared with laughter and strode out the door, followed by a guard carrying a large bundle. After Jun Xie and his party departed, the teacup one of the gentlemen had been using was missing… yet, in their collective dejection, none of the young dandies noticed…