"One, two, three, small. Boss You, you've lost," Yuan Ming said with a grin, speaking slowly.
"How could..." You Zhuzha bent down, peering closely at the three dice, which clearly had the numbers "one," "two," and "three" imprinted on them, obviously finding it hard to believe.
"Boss You actually fumbled?" The previously boisterous scene also fell suddenly quiet, and the surrounding crowd was taken aback.
Old Smoke Bag, standing nearby, furrowed his brow in a look of surprise.
"You little..." Rage flickered in You Zhuzha's eyes as he gazed at Yuan Ming.
As he spoke, he grabbed the dice cup, wanting to slam it onto the ground.
Yuan Ming extended two fingers and gently pressed them on the dice cup. He exerted all his strength, only to astonishingly find that he couldn't budge the dice cup in the slightest.
