This is the largest hall of the Golden Dragon Gang, where countless silver coins flow daily into the coffers of the Gang Leader, Jin Xiaolong... It could be said that any gambler who entered this place, regardless of luck, stood no chance of truly winning the casino's money... But tonight was different.

In the center of the main hall, a youth clad in a white, long robe sat with a flush on his face. Before him lay a massive pile of gleaming silver, beneath which were pressed dozens of hefty bank notes... This was all he had won in the short span of half an hour.

He played no other game, only 'Big or Small,' betting on the same side for dozens of consecutive rounds, astonishingly without a single loss... Such a terrifying streak had already alerted Jin Xiaolong, who was enjoying himself in the rear courtyard... He sat in a private room on the second floor, his face gloomy as he stared down at the boisterous youth below...

"Big, big, big..." The crowd around the dice table had swelled, many following the youth's lead and placing their bets on 'Big.' The side of 'Small' remained untouched by a single silver ingot... The croupier’s face was already slick with cold sweat. Staring at the pile of silver, easily worth over ten thousand taels, his complexion was deathly pale.

His hands clamped down on the lid covering the dice, utterly terrified to lift it... He had already paid out tens of thousands of taels today. In this past half-hour, this youth had managed to guess the outcome correctly every single time, and no matter what trickery he employed, he still lost...

Initially, many people didn't trust him and didn't bet with him. But as it progressed, everyone began following his lead. The stakes grew larger and larger, yet no matter how he shook or manipulated the dice, he couldn't secure a single win—not even one...

There were now over thirty thousand taels sitting on the table. This was no small sum; it represented nearly half a month's revenue for the casino. If he lost this next round, the Boss would surely kill him...

He dared not lift the lid, his hands pressed firmly down, cold sweat beading continuously... "Open, open, open... open..." The surrounding gamblers shouted maniacally.

They had never felt such elation. Usually, they lost far more than they won, but today, thanks to this youth, they had gained so much, and judging by the momentum, the winning streak would continue. Finally, they could recoup all their previous losses, and perhaps even earn a little spare silver to go enjoy themselves later...

Many thought this, urging the croupier to reveal the result quickly... The croupier finally succumbed to the pressure, lifting the lid with one hand. The three dice showed five, five, and six—a total of sixteen points, 'Big'....

Lost again... How many rounds had it been? Thirty?

Forty? Fifty? The croupier couldn't recall.

He only knew he had lost tens of thousands of taels of silver today, and he was finished... "Slap..." The croupier, unable to bear the strain any longer, collapsed onto the floor, fainting dead away... "Useless dog!

Drag him out!" Jin Xiaolong could no longer sit still. He descended personally, kicking the croupier hard, shouting curses. Immediately, several thugs emerged and dragged the unconscious man away toward the back...

Jin Xiaolong then stood directly before the dice table, looking down with an imposing air at the beautiful youth before him... "Little brother, quite the lucky night, wouldn't you say?" Jin Xiaolong spoke to the youth opposite him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes... "Heh, my luck has always been quite good," the handsome youth replied with a faint smile, completely unconcerned by the veiled threat in Jin Xiaolong's voice...

"I wonder if little brother is interested in a gamble? Winner takes all in one round?" Jin Xiaolong asked, staring coldly at the youth, his anger evident... "Oh?

That's the way you want to bet?" The handsome youth showed a flicker of curiosity, leaning slightly forward... "You shake the dice once, I shake the dice once. Whoever rolls the smaller total wins.

The stakes are one hundred thousand taels. Do you dare to bet?" Jin Xiaolong ground out, fixing the youth with a fierce glare... "One hundred thousand taels?" The handsome youth knitted his brows slightly, then, with a snap, pulled out a thick stack of bank notes from his robe and slammed them heavily onto the table.

Combined with the tens of thousands already won, the total definitely exceeded a hundred thousand taels... "Why shouldn't I bet? I just wonder if you can produce one hundred thousand taels on your side?" The handsome youth looked at Jin Xiaolong, a smile spreading across his face...

"You underestimate my Golden Dragon Gang too much," Jin Xiaolong scoffed, waving his hand. Someone immediately stepped forward from the rear and handed Jin Xiaolong a wooden box. Jin Xiaolong opened it gently; it was packed full of bank notes, the largest denominations being one thousand taels, the smallest one hundred.

Such a thick stack undoubtedly exceeded one hundred thousand taels... Seeing the thick wad of notes and the mound of glittering silver, everyone present gasped simultaneously... One hundred thousand taels—a single-round wager of one hundred thousand taels!

What an enormous sum! That could probably buy this entire casino... Was Jin Xiaolong not afraid of losing his casino?

Everyone held their breath, watching the bank notes and silver on the table silently, fearful that any accidental movement might affect the players' concentration. If the other side lost a hundred thousand taels in one round, who knew if he would go berserk and vent his fury upon them... "You go first," Ye Jingyu said, looking at the box of bank notes with a faint smile on his face...

He was already a soul master of the Spirit Manifestation realm, fully capable of using his mental power to control the dice values, and possessing the Eye of Reincarnation to see through fundamental origins. If he lost even with these advantages, he might as well slit his own throat. Thus, his smile held such profound confidence...

Jin Xiaolong stared coldly at the youth. He couldn't understand why, facing a stake of one hundred thousand taels, the youth could maintain such composure. Did he not care about the money at all?

Or did he know for a fact he would win? But who was he? He was the most famous Dice King in Yun Jing City, having played dice since the age of three.

After all these years, who could possibly be his match? Equally confident, Jin Xiaolong grabbed the bamboo tube holding the dice the moment Ye Jingyu finished speaking and began shaking it. His expression was solemn, his technique extremely practiced, and the tube emitted a rapid dada-da sound...

Everyone’s eyes were glued to his hands, filled with awe. How incredibly fast was that shaking speed? With a thump, the bamboo tube landed heavily on the table.

Jin Xiaolong snatched up the tube instantly, revealing the three dice inside... Immediately, the three dice were seen lying perfectly aligned, revealing the single red dot of the lowest face upward...