"Clatter..."
Wang Dun waved a hand, swept all the divine gold across from him to his side, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha... how about that?"
"I told you I was the god of gambling, didn't I?"
"No rush!" The middle-aged man opposite him remained perfectly calm. "Would you like to keep playing, young master?"
"Of course, the choice is yours. You can leave now, too!"
He was not anxious in the slightest.
Because this was a game he was certain to win.
When guessing high or low, each of them had a fifty-fifty chance, but if they guessed the same, the banker won.
Over the long haul, what made you think you could gamble against me?
Wang Dun chuckled, equally unconcerned. "So I can keep playing forever?"
"You won't drive me away?"
"No!" The man smiled and nodded. "I can swear that to the God of Sovereignty!"
"All right!" With a clatter, Wang Dun pushed two hundred pieces of middle-grade divine gold forward this time. "Two hundred, middle grade!"
"You should have enough to cover the bet, right?"
The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Don't worry. You can't win it all!"
He likewise pushed two hundred pieces of middle-grade divine gold onto the table.
"But... I have a rule!" Before the next round began, the middle-aged man proposed a condition. "The rules are the same as before: we write our guesses in jade slips. No calling them out!"
What a joke!
Once we call them out, the two of us won't make the same guess.
If our guesses never match, our chances of winning and losing will be equal. How the hell would I win then?
Unexpectedly, Wang Dun readily agreed. "Sure..."
"Keep going. You shake them again!"
"All right!" The middle-aged man personally placed the three dice inside the sacred