tered his life. And today's appearance of Nangong Ichigo made him start paying attention to this underground king of China. And as Lu Dawei was rescued, he gradually had a clearer idea.Just as he was...After the sound of Yan Wuque disappeared, Ye Fan couldn't help but look at the dice cup. He was so busy protecting Liu Qin just now that he didn't really see how Yan Wuque made his move.

And when Ye Fan looked at the table now, with Ye Fan's unflappable composure honed by years of privilege, when he saw the dice clearly, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This damned Yan Wuque, he actually did such a fantastic job.

Inside the open dice cup, three dice were stacked like arhats, one on top of the other. The number showing at the top was a single point.

In other words, Yan Wuque's points for this round added up to a mere one 'a'.

This is also the reason why Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh. He originally thought that Yan Wuque would at most come up with a score of 1, 1, 2, and 4. This was already the smallest possible score, but it really exceeded Ye Fan's expectations. Yan Wuque was actually insane and came up with such a bizarre score.

He must have put a lot of thought and effort into coming up with such a brilliant idea. Yan Wuxie is undoubtedly a talented individual. No wonder he used sonic attacks as a setup; devising such a move isn't easy at all.

However, this trump card of his really surprised me.

The members of the Ninth Column roared with laughter once again after seeing the score on the table, and they started shouting crazily.

But Ching-she had learned her lesson from the last time. This time, she was smarter. She first addressed Tie Xiong and said, "Tie team deputy, won't there be any more outdated rules this time"

If you add something like "maximum kill minimum" to it, then there's no point in playing dice at all.

Iron Bear simply shook his head, saying nothing. Qing She, seeing his expression, couldn't help but be delighted.

Iron Bear was always concise; this move of his was essentially telling Green Snake that there would be absolutely no wagering stipulations this time, the Captain was going to win for sure.

Tie Xiong coldly stared at Ye Fan. This time, he dared to bet that Ye Fan was definitely going to lose. This was the captain's ace in the hole; no one could be smaller than a point.

Neither the Green Snake nor the Iron Bear opened their mouths to ask Ye Fan to forfeit this time. They just wanted to see how Ye Fan would embarrass himself.

Watching them stare at him with such a self-assured gaze, Ye Fan chuckled, turned his head to look at Liu Qin, only to be met with a pair of worried eyes.

"Young Master Ye, how about this If you forfeit, you just drink half a bottle. We're all so familiar with each other, I definitely won't go too hard on you."

Yān Wúqiè saw that Yè Fán remained motionless for a long time, and thought that Yè Fán was afraid of him. Seizing the opportunity, he returned the words he had given to Yè Fán verbatim.

"Yan Shao is really generous, but I have a habit, when it comes to drinking, I never like to drink only half a glass."

After finishing his words, Ye Fan extended his hand towards the dice cup beside Liu Qin, pressing down on its lid with one hand.

No tears before they see the coffin, this time I'll see how you turn things upside down.

Yan Wuque's heart was filled with hatred, but his eyes remained cold as he looked at Ye Fan. In his eyes, Ye Fan's actions were like a clown's performance, full of absurdity and humor. Why would some people do things they knew they couldn't achieve

Only Ye Fan's hand pressed upon the dice cup, not removing it for a long time.

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Ye Fan's expression was very solemn, as if he was worried about something and hesitated to speak.

Liu Qin bit her lip, looking at Ye Fan with worry etched on her face. Her heart pounded again, her eyes fixed on the dice cup in his hand.

Yan Wuque also couldn't stop the sneer at the corner of his mouth. At this point, no matter how you press, it is impossible for a miracle to happen. In his view, Ye Fan was nothing but empty words.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched. From Ye Fan's body, a faint but powerful aura surged outward, spreading in all directions. However, this aura was extremely subtle. If you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't notice it at all.

Yan Wuque looked at Ye Fan with some confusion. What just happened Was it his imagination He frowned involuntarily, and suddenly his expression changed drastically. It was because he saw the hand that Ye Fan pressed against the dice cup, which was constantly sending out that intense fluctuation from before.

His intuition told him that something was terribly wrong. Ye Fan must be up to something. He didn't know what Ye Fan was planning, but a sense of unease gnawed at him. He knew he had to stop him.

But just as he was about to make a move, the powerful aura emanating from Ye Fan and his hand suddenly vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

What's going on Yan Wuque couldn't help but be surprised, his eyes fixed on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan seemed to have anticipated Yan Wuque's move as well. At this time, he smiled slightly at her and said, "Young Master Yan, I think you've had a few drinks already. How about we call it a draw"

Ye Fan smiled wickedly and cunningly, which made Yan Wujue very uncomfortable.

"Daydream, unless you admit defeat quickly, get out of here." Yan Wuque glared fiercely at Ye Fan.

He already had victory in his grasp, how could he possibly let Ye Fan lead him around by the nose

"It seems Young Master Yan is very confident in himself. How about this, let's raise the stakes again, another bottle"

Ye Fan looked at Yan Wuque with a half-smile.

This was the true purpose behind his deliberate stalling, he had accurately grasped Yan Wuque's psychology. His arrogant personality would inevitably lead him to suffer many losses.

Yan Wuque's eyes narrowed, fixed on Ye Fan as if trying to see through his scheme. Was he crazy

Three dice, roll yourself, can he get a lower number than your own

But why, knowing he was going to lose, would he propose raising the stakes

Yan Wuque remained silent for a while, lost in thought. His eyes, however, never left Ye Fan, observing every twitch of his expression, as if trying to decipher his intentions. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind: What exactly did Ye Fan mean

Looking at Ye Fan's calm and composed appearance, Yan Wuque was a little unsure. His mind raced rapidly, Ye Fan's actions just now were full of strangeness, could there be some trap

But he had already given some away. Even if he had some scheme, could his points be less than mine

Or perhaps he was deliberately trying to mislead. Yan Wuque stared intently at Ye Fan, as if trying to glean something from his eyes. However, Ye Fan remained composed and unruffled, leaving Yan Wuque unable to decipher anything from his gaze.d. It erupted in chaos, screams filled the air, some guests ran terrified towards the door, while others cowered under tables and chairs, too frightened to show their faces.Amidst the panicking guests...