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The highest score swept everything away. Zheng Yifan looked at Old Daoist Ge, whose expression had become somewhat strange, with a smile on his face. They never expected that Robert Downey, an outsider, could roll the highest score in one go. It was purely luck.
"Yay! Sir! I won!" Robert Downey high-fived Zheng Yifan, his demeanor completely transforming from the usual handsome and wise image to one of pure joy. This was the real him.
"Let’s keep going! Next round, we double the stakes. This is just an appetizer; the funds will grow larger as we progress. The final round will be the real decisive moment!" Zheng Yifan said with a smile to Robert Downey. The audience in the stands was hardly stirred. As time passed and the stakes grew higher, the game became more critical. For now, they were just building momentum, slowly accumulating their luck. Zheng Yifan didn’t need it; he was already overflowing with good fortune, and Robert Downey was clearly in a good mood as well. Anyone who could win money in such a casino would be in high spirits.
A million dollars was just a light shake of the dice; he had experienced such scenes in movies, but playing at such high stakes in reality was still somewhat thrilling. However, he soon suspected that his heart might stop beating altogether. Over ten rounds of gambling, he had completely defeated Old Daoist Ge ten times, yet neither side showed any signs of distress; it wasn’t until the tenth round that the real gambling began. However, Shadow Hand across from them had already started to flush red, beads of sweat forming on his dark face.
The next bet was 1.24 billion; the amount was starting to rise significantly. As the numbers grew larger, so did the risks of the entire game. Once the figures surpassed zero billion, it would determine the fate of two companies. For now, they were still warming up, but the intensity of that warm-up was becoming evident. Shadow Hand was already drenched in sweat.
His long streak of good luck had begun to make his body tremble. His hands rubbed nervously against the napkin on the table as they approached the final battle, yet he continued to lose. If this continued, he didn’t know if he would have the confidence to finally win against that inexplicable movie star.
Robert Downey suppressed his excitement and shook the dice vigorously! The expressions around him seemed to change like a kaleidoscope, constantly shifting.
"Don’t worry. Even if you lose, it’s not your money. Just think of it as a simple game. Do you know how to flip a coin? This is actually just like flipping a coin: heads for victory and tails for defeat; it’s not difficult at all," Zheng Yifan reassured Robert Downey while Shadow Hand began trembling all over, looking as if he were suffering from leprosy. The expression on his face was chilling; Zheng Yifan noticed his hands trembling rapidly at an alarming frequency—he truly embodied Shadow Hand's essence.
Robert Downey stared at those hands that had become mere phantoms in disbelief. Skill? Sometimes skill is just speed combined with special techniques when it comes to dice games. Now that they were using special dice cups, there was no way to employ techniques; only rapid speed could work!
"I advise you to be honest; this gambling amount is something you could never afford to lose in your lifetime. If you want to play for fun, I don’t mind—just know that if you dare cheat, I can guarantee your hand will never appear on your arm again," Zheng Yifan said lightly as if discussing what to eat for dinner.
However, when Jessica fully translated this for Robert Downey, even he felt a chill run down his spine; he never expected that what Zheng Yifan had said so casually contained such terror. After Jessica's interpretation, the level of danger could be multiplied by two.
Robert Downey felt a surge of fear while Shadow Hand nearly wet himself in fright. Who was across from him? He only knew that this was the chairman of Hope Group—a businessman who had risen to the pinnacle of the world in just over a year. The entire world was frantically searching for his backstory; even every little detail from when he was still domestic had been unearthed.
Yet they found nothing unusual about him; it seemed this man had inexplicably reached the top of the world out of thin air. The unknown is what is most terrifying; there are countless notorious tycoons in this world, but when placed alongside Zheng Yifan, they appeared as docile as sheep.
Shadow Hand hailed from an African tribe where he had fought continuously since childhood amidst constant warfare and chaos—he barely survived through sheer determination. He had encountered some of the most notorious tycoons but found himself unable to even raise a hand against Zheng Yifan; there was an aura about him that felt like killing intent.
Even if it seemed ordinary at first glance, once he revealed his murderous intent, others would recognize it—the killing aura was palpable. All creatures present suddenly fell silent; several dogs sensitive to this aura cowered into their owners' arms without daring to show their heads.
Zheng Yifan had killed millions of zombies and tens of thousands of humans; countless others died indirectly because of him—if anyone could be called a killing machine, it would undoubtedly be Zheng Yifan.
This didn’t even account for all the slaughter within his Gathering Place; battles fought with unwavering resolve numbered in dozens or more. A madman emerging from true war should possess immense presence.
Shadow Hand felt as if his entire body had frozen; his heartbeat rapidly escalated to 100 beats per minute and continued rising—his body felt as though even his blood had turned cold while sweat poured down like rain.
Previously unknown to many people before witnessing live broadcasts, those who saw Shadow Hand now understood this phrase completely—his sweat truly poured down like rain; every pore released sweat with maximum force as streams quickly formed on his face and body.
"N!" He shouted with all his strength but sounded more like a fly buzzing than anything else. Everyone present saw him open his mouth as if trying to say something but ultimately produced nothing.
"As long as you don’t cheat and leave everything up to fate, then everything will go your way—ten million dollars won’t shortchange you by a dime. But if you entertain any thoughts that shouldn’t be entertained... then my words will come true—and perhaps even worse than mine," Zheng Yifan continued speaking casually.
At this moment, Jessica was preparing a Havana cigar for Zheng Yifan while he waited sleepily for its delightful taste with half-closed eyes. Zheng Yifan didn’t care much for alcohol but adored top-tier cigars beyond measure—those who hadn’t tasted them could never imagine such deliciousness; only those poor souls would resort to smoking poison.
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