The gambling continued fiercely.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense!
The swarthy Big Man seemed to have victory in hand, and his expression relaxed. Three-four-five was already an enormous number.
But before he could celebrate for long, the smile at the corner of his mouth turned bitter.
Flathead made his move. He lightly picked up the dice and gripped them in his palm, closing his eyes in silence for several seconds before suddenly opening them and throwing the dice forward. Clink, clink. The dice bounced wildly, but whether Brother Liu had used some trick or was simply absurdly lucky, when the dice stopped, the numbers on top were three-three-three! Triplets!
Everyone froze in shock.
Flathead immediately grinned. "Little Xie, it's your turn, isn't it?"
Ma Wentao watched them with great interest.
Dong Xuebin casually grabbed the dice. Normally, once triplets appeared, the winner had already been decided. It was basically impossible for the people after that to win; the odds of rolling triplets again, let alone triplets higher than three-three-three, were practically nonexistent. Yet Dong Xuebin felt no pressure at all. There was no other reason: he might not be able to pull off other things, but when it came to gambling, to playing dice...
Trying to beat Dong Xuebin?
Wasn't that complete bullshit?
Dong Xuebin simply tossed them with a flick of his wrist. Clink, clink. The dice rocked a few times before slowly coming to a stop. Everyone widened their eyes and looked over, but when they saw the numbers, every one of them sucked in a cold breath. Some were stunned, others simply could not believe it!
Six-six-six!
Triplets!
And the biggest triplets possible!!
Ma Wentao was startled too, then burst out laughing. "Little Xie, what incredible luck!"
Dong Xuebin smiled at Flathead and the others. "I concede."