Accompanying Ye Fan's roll of three sixes once again, the crowd abandoned any unrealistic fantasies. Everyone now firmly believed that Ye Fan was a master gambler who hid his skills well.
Despite her countless frustrations and confusions, Ling Xue was genuinely convinced of her defeat.
The hearts of Tang Jian'an and the other nine big shots grew heavier.
"His gambling skills are certainly above those of the Little Gambling God." This was the unanimous consensus among the crowd.
Understanding this, they became angry. Ye Fan and Mengyao had played them all for fools, and this humiliation was something they couldn't tolerate.
Everyone's attention was focused on Ye Fan and Ling Xue.
"In the future, stop showing off in front of me; your advantages are no match for me," Ye Fan said, pushing the dice cup toward Ling Xue with such force that it sped toward her like an iron ball on ice.
With quick reflexes, Ling Xue snatched at the dice cup as if threading a needle.
