Zhou You still wore that devil-may-care expression as he spoke with a smile.
"May I ask who you are, senior?"
The old man slowly swirled the dice cup, his tone utterly casual.
"Thousand Gate, Wealth Flourishing Gate, Xu Chongming."
He didn't mention the Eight Generals of the Thousand Gate or anything like that. He simply gave his branch's name. As far as he was concerned, no one these days would know the intricacies anyway.
But to his surprise...
Zhou You merely raised an eyebrow.
"From Xu Changyuan's line?"
The old man's hand stopped instantly. He looked up at Zhou You in disbelief.
"How do you know that?"
Ignoring the others who had suddenly gone on guard, Zhou You smiled lightly.
"The Xu Family's line is supposed to follow the righteous path. You only swindle the rich and heartless, then use the money to help people in need. How did you end up with this lot?"
The old man said nothing. He just stared.
For some reason, he had the fleeting illusion that the person standing there wasn't a young man in his twenties, but the old master who had brought him into the fold, taught him the rules, and trained him in gambling.
Then the man beside him spoke coldly.
"Master Xu, seems you know this fellow... But rules are rules. Shouldn't you make your move?"
As if he had heard a devil whispering in his ear, the old man stared blankly ahead. Then he coughed and spoke.
"Yes... Rules are rules... Well, young man, what would you like to gamble on?"
Zhou You smiled.
"I get to choose?"
"Of course. By the rules, the guest chooses the game."
"You've already got the dice, so let's keep it simple and bet on high or low. I picked up a couple