Tesoro, Too Good at Winning People Over

Tesoro took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Though it hurt badly, Gran Tesoro could still afford 80 billion.

But the problem was, he did not want to pay such a huge sum.

He raised his hand and slowly lifted the dice cup.

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the three dice.

Six, six, six... and a one?

No, there were not three dice.

Four?

No...

Looking closely, one of the dice... had split in half.

It had split neatly down the middle, becoming a one face and a six face.

So the total was: six plus six plus six plus one equaled nineteen.

One point higher than Brook's eighteen.

"Nineteen..."

Someone muttered.

"A Sea Stone die... actually split apart?"

"That luck... is insane!"

"Tesoro won!"

Tesoro looked at the split die and let out a long breath.

The goddess of luck... really was on his side.

He looked up at Brook, confidence returning to his smile. "Lord Brook, it seems my luck is not bad."

Brook looked equally approving. "Indeed, it is not."

A waiter came over to collect the chips.

But Tesoro moved first.

He reached out, pressed down on the chip case, and then... gently pushed it toward Brook.

Brook raised a brow. "What do you mean by this?"

Tesoro took only one chip from the case—a chip worth ten million.

He spun it nimbly around his fingertips several times, then smiled. "Lord Brook, we agreed earlier—'Whatever you bet, I'll match.'"

He paused, his voice clear enough for everyone in the hall to hear. "You only bet ten million. I won, so by the rules, this ten million belongs to me."

The hall fell silent again.

A pin could have been heard dropping.

Everyone understood what Tesoro