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As for Yang Hu, he only gave the dice cup a few casual shakes, and the dice underneath turned into three sixes.

Chu Feng saw it all.

Both of their sets of dice were being remotely controlled, allowing the numbers to be changed at will.

Despite this, Chu Feng remained calm.

"Kid, there’s no way you’re winning this round! Show me what you’ve got!" Yang Hu snarled, jumping to his feet and craning his neck to glare fiercely at Chu Feng.

"Whether I win or lose... I guess we’ll leave that to fate," Chu Feng said with a nonchalant look.

He then lifted his own dice cup.

Revealed were a one, a two, and a three—a total of six.

Seeing that Chu Feng had only rolled a total of six, Yang Hu instantly burst out laughing, his smile wild and triumphant.

"Kid, I was wondering what amazing number you’d roll. And it’s only a six!" Yang Hu roared, clutching his stomach.

When the onlookers saw Chu Feng’s roll of six, all their previous excitement vanished, replaced by looks of dejection.

It was over. There was no hope left.

Seeing this result, the happy expression on Su Miaoke’s face slowly crumbled.

But Chu Feng remained perfectly calm, as if he weren’t the one about to lose.

"Have you won already? You haven’t even revealed your roll," Chu Feng said coolly.

But Yang Hu just gloated, "Do I even need to? With a score like that, there’s no way I can possibly lose!"

In his eyes, Chu Feng’s loss was already set in stone.

"Let the facts speak for themselves," Chu Feng said calmly.

’He hasn’t even lifted his cup, and he’s already calling me the loser? I’m not about to accept that.’

Seeing Chu Feng’s insistence, Yang Hu didn’t think much of it. In fact, the scornful smile on his face only deepened.

"Fine. If you won’t accept reality until it hits you in the face, then I’ll be happy to crush that last bit of hope for you!" Yang Hu said coldly.

With that, Yang Hu lifted the dice cup in front of him.

He didn’t even glance down at his own dice, instead saying directly to Chu Feng, "Did you get a good look, kid?"

However, the corner of Chu Feng’s mouth curled into a cold, sarcastic smirk.

"You rolled a four. How do you plan on beating my six?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.

The moment he heard Chu Feng’s words, the smile on Yang Hu’s face froze solid.

"Huh?" He snapped his gaze down to the dice in front of him.

There they were: two ones and a two.

"Th-This is impossible!" Yang Hu’s eyes shot wide open, his mind going blank.

He had never expected to roll such a low number.

He then shot a death glare at his subordinate standing nearby.

Seeing this, the subordinate was also dumbstruck, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

"This..." Yang Hu’s subordinate was completely baffled, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You’ve lost again," Chu Feng stated calmly.

Su Miaoke was stunned by the result, her face instantly lighting up with joy.

The other parents reacted the same way, looking as if they had just survived a catastrophe, their eyes filled with thrilled relief.

He won!

"Again. All in," Chu Feng said.

Five hundred and twelve million. He was betting it all again.

Yang Hu was so angry he was practically fuming, his face a ghastly, livid shade.

"What’s the matter? Scared to keep playing?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Yang Hu immediately shot back, "Who says I’m scared?! Again!"

After saying that, Yang Hu shot another vicious glare at his subordinate.

The murderous look in his eyes said it all. If he lost again, that man was going to suffer.

At that moment, Yang Hu stared intently at Chu Feng, murderous intent surfacing in his heart.

’I never imagined Chu Feng’s gambling skills were this incredible!’

The two men continued, shaking their respective dice cups.

"Kid, take your hand away from the cup! I’m having someone else open it!" Yang Hu said, pointing at Chu Feng’s hand.

In his mind, Chu Feng had to be a cheat as well; they just hadn’t caught him in the act yet.

After a few casual shakes, Chu Feng placed his hand to the side.

Yang Hu continued shaking the dice cup in his hand.

"Lift his!" Yang Hu ordered his subordinate.

His subordinate immediately understood the unspoken command and secretly manipulated Chu Feng’s dice.

Chu Feng was aware of all this. His dice had been changed to a one, a one, and a two—for a total of four.

’Hah,’ Chu Feng sneered inwardly. ’Trying to play me with such a pathetic little trick?’

’It might work on an ordinary person, but they had no hope of fooling me.’

Chu Feng quietly released a sliver of Spiritual Power, nudging one of the dice to change the two into a one.

When the dice cup was lifted, three ones were instantly revealed to the crowd.

When Yang Hu saw this, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets again.

He then glared at his subordinate, walked over, and sent a kick right into him.

"How the hell did you do that, you son of a bitch?" Yang Hu raged.

Yang Hu’s subordinate lay on the ground, his face a picture of grievance.

"I... I thought I did it normally?" the subordinate said, his voice full of grievance.

Chu Feng glanced over and said with a smile, "Go on, open yours."

He remained calm from start to finish. In his presence, all gambling tricks were useless.

Besides, Yang Hu was already having a run of bad luck. Even if Chu Feng hadn’t done anything, Yang Hu still couldn’t have won.

Yang Hu’s face was a ferocious mask. Despite his fury, he was still confident in the numbers he had shaken.

"Don’t get cocky, kid. You’ve definitely lost this round!" Yang Hu yelled as he slammed his dice cup open.

But the result before his eyes left him completely dumbfounded.

"You’re messing with me, kid!" Yang Hu roared, slamming his palm down on the table.

He was going berserk. He just kept losing, over and over again, without a single win!

And this was on his own turf, no less! How could he not be furious?

With this round, Chu Feng’s winnings had reached over a billion!

"How am I messing with you? You set the game. The venue, the equipment—it was all provided by you," Chu Feng said coolly, facing the enraged Yang Hu without a hint of fear.

"What’s wrong? You can afford to open a casino, but you can’t afford to lose?" Chu Feng sneered, his eyes filled with contempt.

At Chu Feng’s words, Yang Hu’s expression grew even fouler.

"Who says I can’t afford to lose? I’ll see this through to the very end today. I refuse to believe you can keep winning forever!" Yang Hu snarled, gritting his teeth.

He simply refused to accept this bizarre streak of luck.

"Then I’ll play one last round with you," Chu Feng said. "If I win, we walk, and you give me another six hundred million."

Hearing this, Yang Hu’s fists clenched.

"Fine. If you’ve got the skill for it, be my guest," Yang Hu said with a sudden, cold laugh.

’So what if Chu Feng wins?’ he thought. ’Whether or not he can walk out of here is another matter entirely.’

The two began to shake the dice cups once more.

At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the crowd were in their throats.

This was the most crucial round; victory and defeat all came down to this single moment.

Yang Hu’s face was grim as he shook the dice, glaring daggers at Chu Feng the entire time.

Chu Feng, in contrast, seemed even more composed, giving his cup a few casual, nonchalant shakes.

"Reveal them," Chu Feng said coolly.

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