Chapter Seventy-One: Starting at One Hundred Million

Qin Feng's nonchalant demeanor instantly irritated Axiu, who asked coldly, “Young Master Qin, are you going to make a guess or not? If you’re too scared, it’s not too late to admit defeat now.”

Qin Feng set down his wine glass, his eyes burning as he fixed his gaze on Axiu’s eyes and spoke, enunciating each word, “Of course I’m going to guess. In fact, I’ll go one step further and guess…”

A flicker of surprise crossed Axiu’s face. She was confident in her gambling skills.

“Young Master Qin, are you sure you want to bet on ‘small’?” She took a deep breath, seeking confirmation.

“Absolutely certain. Or is Miss Axiu losing her nerve?” Qin Feng’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his tone openly provocative.

“Ridiculous!”

With a cold snort, Axiu abruptly lifted the dice cup.

At that instant, as the cup was lifted, time seemed to freeze. Every eye in the room widened, fixed unblinking on the three dice on the table.

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

Utter silence.

A deathly stillness.

The three dice rested quietly on the table.

Two, three, and five—small.

Qin Feng hadn’t just guessed the size; he had even predicted the exact numbers.

“Two, three, five. Small.”

These five simple words crashed through the casino like a bolt of thunder on a clear day. Everyone was stunned, as if frozen in place by some invisible force.

“This… how is this possible?!”

Someone in the crowd finally broke the silence, and in the next instant, the entire casino erupted, voices clamoring until the noise nearly lifted the roof.

“My God! He really guessed right!”

“And he got the numbers, too—this is uncanny!”

“Who is this guy? I’ve never seen him before!”

…

Axiu’s face turned ashen, drained of all color. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a single word. Her beautiful eyes remained glued to the dice on the table, as if she could bore holes into them through sheer force of will.

How could this be possible?!

This was absolutely impossible!

She was the top expert at Jiang Yuechan’s side; no one had ever managed to cheat in front of her, let alone correctly guess her dice.

Yet the truth was right before her eyes, beyond denial.

Qin Feng took silent delight in Axiu’s haunted expression, though he kept his composure outwardly, merely offering a faint smile. “Thank you for letting me win, Miss Axiu.”

As he spoke, he reached for the hundred million in chips on the table.

“Wait!” Axiu snapped out of her daze, clamping down on Qin Feng’s hand and gritting her teeth. “You cheated!”

Axiu fell silent; she couldn’t very well claim she had never lost, so Qin Feng must have cheated, could she?

“I…” She tried to continue, but Jiang Yuechan, standing by, cut her off.

“Axiu, enough.” Jiang Yuechan’s voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority, and at her words, Axiu immediately fell silent. Still, her gaze at Qin Feng was full of hatred.

Jiang Yuechan regarded Qin Feng deeply, an enigmatic smile curling her lips. “Young Master Qin, your skills are indeed impressive. We concede.”

She gave Axiu a look, and despite her reluctance, Axiu released Qin Feng’s hand.

Qin Feng paid her no mind, sweeping the hundred million in chips over to his side, then looked at Jiang Yuechan with a cheerful smile. “Sister Hua, you are refreshingly straightforward. So, does that mean I’m free to go?”

Jiang Yuechan hid a cold smile in her heart. Win a hundred million and think you can just walk out? Things aren’t that simple.

“Heh, you jest, Young Master Qin. This is only the beginning. Why don’t I play a few rounds with you myself?”

Qin Feng gave a light laugh, his gaze playful as he looked at Jiang Yuechan. This woman exuded allure with every movement, but beneath that charm was a ruthless core—far more dangerous than Axiu.

“How would you like to play, Sister Hua? I’m game for anything.”

Qin Feng carelessly tossed the chips back onto the table, the crisp sound drawing a stir from the onlookers.

Jiang Yuechan covered her lips with a light laugh, her eyes swirling with indescribable allure.

“You truly are a forthright man, Young Master Qin. Let’s play something a little more exciting. Let’s wager on…”

She deliberately dragged out the words, her gaze sweeping over the dice cup and cards on the table before finally settling on the roulette wheel nearby. “Let’s bet on the roulette.”

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. Roulette?

What trick does this woman have up her sleeve?

He was curious to see what she could come up with.

“What are the rules?”

“Simple!” Jiang Yuechan’s red lips parted as she spoke in a breathy whisper, “We’ll bet on odd or even—one round to decide the winner. How about it?”

“A single round?”

The onlookers erupted in surprise. Now the stakes were enormous—one round could shift hundreds of millions in an instant.

Qin Feng remained impassive, though inwardly he sneered. This woman was truly greedy.

He pretended to consider, fingers drumming lightly on the table.

“One round is a bit dull, don’t you think? How about this: we each pick a number on the roulette. Whichever number comes up first wins. What do you say?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Yuechan’s eyes. This guy had an appetite—he wanted to play such a risky game with her?

She smiled, radiant. “Are you sure, Young Master Qin? There are thirty-eight numbers on the wheel. The odds…”

“Odds only matter if you believe in them,” Qin Feng interrupted, his gaze sharp as he stared her down. “Sister Hua, don’t tell me you’re afraid?”

“Afraid?”

Jiang Yuechan laughed as if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world, her body shaking with mirth. “All my life, I’ve never known the meaning of fear! We’ll do as you say!”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned icy, the air thick with tension. All eyes were on Qin Feng and Jiang Yuechan, not a sound to be heard.

The croupier wiped sweat from his brow, his voice trembling. “Will the two of you place your bets?”

Qin Feng’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Counting the hundred million from before and subtracting the fifty million my friend owes, one hundred and fifty million on seventeen.”

Jiang Yuechan’s beautiful eyes narrowed. This guy really was arrogant.

She refused to be outdone, her tone cold. “I’ll match it—twenty-four.”

The croupier took a deep breath and spun the wheel.

The roulette spun rapidly, colorful lights flashing and weaving together, dizzying to behold.

Time seemed to stop. Every heart in the room was in their throat, eyes glued to the tiny white ball.

The ball bounced across the wheel, passing over both seventeen and twenty-four again and again, making everyone’s heart race.