Turning Hostile

"So, what would the guest like to play?" Kenny looked at Issho. As for Li Ziming, he had already decided that Li Ziming was some ignorant fool.

"Dice, then. Fast and convenient," Issho said simply. "One round decides the winner."

"Oh, it seems the guest is quite confident. Then you'd better be careful, because you're carrying someone else's life on you as well." Kenny clapped his hands. A scantily dressed woman carried over a set of gambling equipment, set it down, and left.

"Would you like to inspect it?" Kenny asked generously. He had run this casino for quite some time, and he did not believe anyone could spot his cheating methods.

"Do you want to inspect it?" Issho asked Li Ziming.

"Sure." To be honest, although Li Ziming did not gamble, he was extremely curious about how people cheated at gambling. He had always felt it was like magic.

Li Ziming picked up the gambling equipment. The dice cup was made of black lacquered wood. He tapped it; it was solid, definitely fine, and there was no damage. The dice were made of a transparent crystal-like material. He could even see the number on the opposite side through one face, proving they had not been filled with mercury. He tossed the dice in his hand a few times and felt nothing unusual. Shaking them inside the cup also seemed perfectly normal. Then, he placed the dice cup back on the gambling table in front of him.

"No problem, right, guest?" Kenny looked at Li Ziming with a smug smile. His face seemed to say, I cheated. If you've got the skills, find proof.

"Uncle, there's no problem, right? I'm putting my life in your hands." Li Ziming tugged at the corner of his mouth, utterly unconcerned. Or perhaps he