Hearing Chen Fan's words, He Yifeng's pupils contracted.
Unlike the surrounding onlookers, he knew Chen Fan must have some skill, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take down the den in the south of the city.
Given his status, he shouldn't have any connection with a gang that coerced children. But in fact, he originated from such a gang, and the reasons were quite complex.
However, despite a lingering sense of unease, he had no reason to fear Chen Fan, who had come to the Silver City Club alone.
This club was his territory. The security guards and bouncers he kept could make Chen Fan crawl out.
As for the ten billion yuan Chen Fan brought, it was something he now wanted to take, even if he didn't initially.
Just as Mr. Yang, the gambling expert beside him, had said, "Heaven offers, but you refuse, and you will be punished."
"Bring the dice cups!"
Staring at Chen Fan, He Yifeng said coldly.
A waiter brought two sets of dice cups, placing them at opposite ends of the gambling table.
The onlookers were already in a frenzy.
A gamble of ten billion yuan, decided in one round, the chance to witness such a scene would be enough to talk about for the next year or two.
It would be enough to reminisce about for a long time, perhaps even becoming a legend.
A dealer in uniform said, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Chen, please inspect the dice cups."
Mr. Yang gestured for them to proceed.
Chen Fan picked up a dice cup and examined it, its weight immediately becoming clear in his mind.
He pushed the dice cup forward, still appearing nonchalant.
Mr. Yang also took a brief look, and then they exchanged dice cups.
The club hadn't employed any tricks on this front, showing their confidence in Mr. Yang's skill.
"May I ask, gentlemen, are you betting on big or small?"
"Mr. Chen, you decide!"
Mr. Yang said confidently.
"Big,"
Chen Fan replied noncommittally.
"Mr. Chen, you go first!" Mr. Yang said.
Chen Fan's expression was placid. "You go first. That way, you won't be so despairing that you dare not open the cup."
Mr. Yang chuckled and said, "There are indeed many people in this world whose gambling skills surpass mine, but you are not among them. Besides, even the top gambler king wouldn't make me despair."
"This son-in-law of the Su family is truly exceptionally arrogant. Do you think he can actually win against Mr. Yang?"
"Do you think gambling is child's play? Anyone can compete with a gambling master? The result of an amateur challenging a professional will only be a devastating loss."
"He's just putting on an act. Even if he brought ten billion, he's bound to lose. Mr. Yang's gambling skills are already divine, especially when it comes to something as simple as shaking dice!"
...
He Yifeng continued to stare at Chen Fan, his expression not overly tense or excited.
Even if Chen Fan won, what then?
Did he really think he could win ten billion yuan from the Silver City Club?
That would be too naive.
The Silver City Club's standing in Hangjiang wasn't due to anything else, but its strength, its connections, not some gambling skills.
For him, winning would merely legitimize his next actions.
Losing would only slightly damage Silver City's reputation, no major problem.
Reputation, for a mixed and chaotic private club, was merely icing on the cake.
Yuan Zijie, however, was looking forward to it. He was still underage and relied on the pocket money provided by his family for entertainment. If he won these ten billion, he would definitely get a share, enough for him to squander for a long time.
Mr. Yang said no more and began to shake the dice cup.
The dice cup in his hand seemed to come alive, moving with a rhythm. The clinking and rolling of the dice inside sounded like a beautiful musical piece.
His ears twitched slightly, listening clearly to the sound of each die in the cup, and then, with the change in his technique, he knew the final count of each die by heart.
His showmanship lasted for a full half-minute, and with a crisp "snap," the dice cup landed on the table.
Mr. Yang smiled confidently. He was certain that the result in his dice cup was the highest possible: six, six, six.
"Mr. Chen, it's your turn!"
"You open the dice first," Chen Fan said calmly.
"Alright!"
Mr. Yang, full of confidence, gestured to Yuan Fangfei beside him and said, "Miss Yuan, you open the dice cup!"
"Alright!"
Yuan Fangfei gave Mr. Yang a flirtatious glance, delighted by such an opportunity to show off. She gently lifted the lid.
The moment the lid was lifted, gasps erupted.
Six dice, neatly arranged in a pyramid, each showing a six on its uppermost face.
"Six, six, six!"
"Mr. Yang is truly amazing, his gambling skills are divine!"
"I've truly witnessed something incredible today, it's truly miraculous!"
"This is an unbeatable situation. The score cannot possibly be higher than this. You might as well concede and at least save some face!"
"But it's ten billion yuan, how can you possibly concede?"
...
Amidst the murmurs, all eyes were focused on Chen Fan.
"Mr. Chen, please!"
Mr. Yang said composedly.
"Heh heh, my friend surnamed Chen, thank you for sending over ten billion yuan. Even counting with a banknote counter, it would take three days to count ten billion, hee hee!"
He Yifeng also seemed more at ease now.
Chen Fan straightened his body slightly, did not pick up the dice cup, but simply extended his hand and tapped the table.
With a dull thud, the six dice on Mr. Yang's side rolled over and scattered.
The dice cup in front of Chen Fan vibrated slightly, then fell silent.
"Xiang Ling, please open the lid for me!"
Chen Fan tilted his head, glanced at Xiang Ling, who had been by his side, and said.
Xiang Ling was stunned, feeling a bit flustered.
She was the reception manager of Silver City, and Chen Fan had called her name. What if her boss resented her and made things difficult for her?
She hesitated, but many eyes were upon her.
"Hurry up and open it, what are you pretending for?"
"I don't believe it, just by tapping the table like that, you can get a six, six, six?"
"..."
Everyone was waiting. Xiang Ling glanced at He Yifeng. Seeing that he didn't react, she reached out and opened the lid of the dice cup.
As the lid opened, the dice inside were scattered in disarray.
They couldn't compare to Mr. Yang's dice at all, appearing unskilled.
But in the next moment, Xiang Ling let out a gasp, "How is this possible?"
Under the scrutiny of many eyes, many showed expressions of shock.
"How did so many more dice appear?"
"No, these dice are split in half!"
There were as many as twelve scattered dice, but their height was only half, and the intact sides were all facing up.
Besides the six sixes, there were six ones.
In other words, the total score reached a staggering forty-two points.
Mr. Yang across the table was greatly shaken, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Yuan Fangfei's face also stiffened.
Such a scene could only be seen in movies, and Chen Fan had merely tapped the table, precisely controlling the outcome of all the dice, which was simply inconceivable.
"How, how did he do it?"
"How do we count now? Who won?"
"Is this the son-in-law of the Su family? This is too outlandish!"
...
Amidst the shocked murmurs, Chen Fan pointed at the pile of dice and said coldly:
"He Yifeng, you, lost!"