Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 947 - 948: You Cheated

Chapter 947: Chapter 948: You Cheated

Jinglin Zuoye looked at Song Xiaodong with a smile and said, "My luck has always been great. This round carries a wager of Fifteen Million. I wonder if you have that kind of money?"

Song Xiaodong responded with a faint smile, "Don’t worry, that amount isn’t even worth mentioning."

"I didn’t expect you to be quite capable. Let’s continue, then. I’ll clean you out, but don’t worry—if you can’t pay, you can use them to settle the debt. A pair of twins, they must be worth something."

Song Xiaodong’s gaze grew icy as he replied, "Since you’re saying that, I don’t need to be polite with you."

"Polite? Haha... I don’t want people to be polite with me. I actually prefer it when people go head-to-head with me. The harder they try, the happier I get." Jinglin Zuoye’s eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

At that moment, the banker had already cleared the chips from the previous round, and the next game began.

Song Xiaodong glanced at the remaining chips in his hand—slightly over Two Hundred Thousand—and turned to Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan. "Wives, how much should we bet this time?"

Fifteen Million US Dollars was equivalent to a hundred million. Even Miao Qingqing felt nervous; the stakes were simply too high. She shook her head and remained silent. Miao Xuanxuan, however, said, "Stick with thirteen, use thirteen to crush them."

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "Alright, thirteen it is." He then tossed all Two Hundred Thousand in chips onto the thirteen-point spot.

"If you’re so fixated on thirteen, I’ll stick with twelve. My luck has always been pretty good too." Jinglin Zuoye said confidently and placed Two Hundred Thousand in chips on twelve.

The banker began shaking the dice cup, and when the dice finally stopped, Song Xiaodong knew full well the numbers should add up to sixteen.

However, after the dice settled, one of the dice that was originally showing six suddenly rolled lazily inside the cup and flipped to two points, changing the total to twelve.

"I have a feeling I’ll hit the mark again this time," Jinglin Zuoye said with a smirk, looking at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong responded with a faint smile, "Your good feeling has timed out."

The banker then lifted the dice cup and announced the result: "Two, Four, Six... Twelve... No, it’s Three, Four, Six—thirteen points." His expression turned peculiar as he read the numbers aloud.

Jinglin Zuoye’s smile froze instantly. He furrowed his brow and stared at Song Xiaodong. "Looks like you still have some luck."

Song Xiaodong returned the faint smile. "With my two wives beside me, luck always favors me. Now you owe me Fifteen Million."

Jinglin Zuoye let out a cold laugh. "I imagine this is your one lucky shot. Come on, let’s go again. This time I’ll up the ante to One Million."

The banker distributed the chips, and Song Xiaodong won an additional Three Million from the banker this round, bringing his total chips to Three Million Two Hundred Thousand. Pushing the chips forward, he declared, "One Million is too little. I’m betting Three Million Two Hundred Thousand."

"Three Million Two Hundred Thousand?" Jinglin Zuoye was visibly startled.

If the current stakes of Two Hundred Thousand yielded a payout of Three Million, and Three Million would lead to Forty-Five Million, that meant if Song Xiaodong won this round, Jinglin Zuoye would be looking at a loss of Forty-Eight Million.

This was in US Dollars. Even though Jinglin Zuoye’s family was extremely wealthy, such an enormous bet clearly rattled him.

He exchanged a quick glance with the banker, who subtly nodded. Jinglin Zuoye sneered, "Since you’re so eager, if I don’t accept your wager, wouldn’t that make me look cowardly? Fine, I’ll bet."

Miao Qingqing whispered worriedly to Song Xiaodong, "Isn’t this a bit too much? Last time, when gambling against the Cao Family, a massive household, the stakes were Twenty Billion US Dollars. That was a contest between several large families. This time, it’s just a single table game, and yet it’s come close to Five Billion. It’s too much."

Although Miao Xuanxuan had high confidence in Song Xiaodong, she too refrained from speaking recklessly.

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly and said, "Don’t worry. We are dignified people from China. How can we let others look down on us?"

Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan nodded at his words, realizing that their family’s assets were more than enough to cover such stakes without touching their core holdings.

"Alright, my wife says thirteen points is the number that will crush you all, so I’ll bet on thirteen again," Song Xiaodong declared firmly.

Jinglin Zuoye’s eyes glinted with cold hostility. "Fine, I’ll take your bet."

The dice began to roll. As the sound of the dice colliding with the walls of the dice cup ceased, everyone gathered around the gambling table felt their hearts leap to their throats.

While gamblers willing to throw around vast sums weren’t uncommon in casinos, a game with under-the-table stakes this high was virtually unheard of—and certainly not one of this magnitude.

"Hands off the table; I’m about to reveal the results!" The banker said in a deep voice.

Song Xiaodong rested both hands on the tabletop and smiled faintly. "Go ahead."

Even Jinglin Zuoye started to lose his composure, gritting his teeth as he muttered, "Do it."

The banker nodded and slowly began lifting the lid of the dice cup. He was extremely confident; with today’s advanced technologies to control the dice, the precision of predicting the outcome was close to ninety-nine percent. While one error did occur earlier—that wouldn’t happen again.

He already knew that the dice inside read one, five, and six—twelve points in total—a guaranteed win for Jinglin Zuoye.

Slowly, he revealed the cup’s contents as everyone’s eyes focused intently on the three dice inside.

"Two, Five, Six! Haha, thirteen points! Thirteen points!" Miao Xuanxuan shouted gleefully as she immediately threw her arms around Song Xiaodong in excitement.

Miao Qingqing inspected the dice closely several times before letting out an excited cheer and hugging Song Xiaodong as well. This wasn’t just about winning money—it was about completely crushing Jinglin Zuoye’s arrogance.

"Impossible! It was clearly twelve points—how did it become thirteen?!" The banker exclaimed in shock.

Jinglin Zuoye, who had been staring in disbelief, now erupted in anger upon hearing this. "You cheated!"

Song Xiaodong narrowed his eyes and looked at the banker. "How do you know it was twelve points? The numbers inside are supposed to be random. If you knew beforehand, doesn’t that suggest there’s something shady about your casino?"

Casinos relying on manipulation is a given; otherwise, how would they make money? But reputable ones typically carry out such tricks discreetly without being easily exposed. If caught red-handed in cheating, the fallout from upset customers could damage the casino’s reputation irreparably.

Miao Xuanxuan immediately stepped forward, her demeanor fierce. "Hey, accusing us of cheating? I think you’re the ones rigging things! Is there something fishy about your dice cup? Otherwise, how would you know it was originally twelve points?"

Miao Qingqing added sternly, "So twelve points is acceptable, but thirteen points means we’re cheating?"

The banker was left speechless as the three berated him, his face turning increasingly sour.

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