It was over. Totally screwed!
Ghost Hand had an effective range of only twenty steps. That meant Ren Ye's absolute deterrent against Zhou Taozhi had ceased to exist.
In fact, his biggest reason for choosing Ghost Hand as his Secret Method had been the intense psychological pressure it could exert. As the old saying went, it wasn't the theft you feared, but the thief eyeing your belongings. As long as he had it, Zhou Taozhi would remain anxiously on guard and gradually make mistakes...
But now that Zhou Taozhi had suddenly put some distance between them, the road ahead of him was bright. All he needed to do was keep controlling the dice and rolling sixes. Even if he encountered two bad results in the first two rounds, he would inevitably pull farther and farther ahead of the other three.
After all, the other three players couldn't control the dice, nor could they be lucky enough to roll a six every time... Zhou Taozhi only needed to maintain his lead. After calculating the numbers in his head, he could keep his distance while collecting good cards, then leisurely play the three-man team to death.
What were they supposed to do?!
Ren Ye's head was covered in sweat from anxiety, and he felt utterly hopeless.
Beside him, Xiaopang asked apprehensively through voice transmission, "From what he said... you didn't manage to steal anything this time?"
"Right." Pale-faced, Ren Ye transmitted to the two of them, "He's more than twenty steps away. I can't steal from him."
"Fuck... aren't we finished, then?" Li Xiaopang despaired. "If... if you can't steal anymore, what's the fucking point of playing?"
The Storyteller pondered for a long while, unwilling to give up. "Can we find a way to catch up? Even getting within nineteen steps would