If You Don't Back Yourself into a Corner, You Won't Walk into One

"So none of us thought he would win, because..." At this, a trace of confusion flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.

In Chen Hong's words, Dai Mubai was always doing bizarre things. Tang Hao's good son had also been pretty bizarre at first, but after going through so much, he had gradually returned to normal. Dai Mubai alone had been bizarre from beginning to end.

"It's like his brain was kicked by a donkey. He always gambles on things with incredibly slim odds!" Tang Hao had originally wanted to say they were completely impossible, but then felt he should not speak so absolutely.

"Heh. Win everything, or lose everything." Chen Hong smiled faintly, then patiently explained, "After all, he won once, and then he became a god outright."

Indeed, from that perspective, it was no wonder Dai Mubai would engage in such bizarre gambles.

"...Are you sure he won?" Tang Hao repeatedly scrutinized Chen Hong beside him, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Dai Mubai had bet that Chen Hong would lose, but... Chen Hong was standing perfectly fine before him now!

"So... perhaps Dai Mubai is still in the first gamble. Who says a single gamble can only be wagered once? We're playing best two out of three. Dai Mubai merely won the first round. This must be acknowledged: by conventional standards, I lost the first round." Chen Hong knew that did not count as a loss for him; the outcome had merely shifted into another area he had anticipated. But to outsiders, it was a loss.

"..." Tang Hao fell silent. At the thought that Dai Mubai might still be in the first gamble, a chill shot straight to the crown of his head.

"According to my calculations, Dai Mubai has one final week left." As Chen Hong flew swiftly