Chapter 39

C39 – Stop Ye Hao

All eyes were fixed on the six dice nestled in the cup.

As the numbers on the dice became clear, mouths dropped open in astonishment.

“All six dice are showing sixes.”

“Oh my God.”

“How can this be?”

Both Guo Xiu and Ye Zhiguo’s eyes were wide with disbelief.

Nobody had anticipated Ye Hao’s correct guess.

They had assumed Ye Hao was just taking a wild guess.

The croupier, too, was taken aback.

But such occurrences were daily events in the casino. Quickly regaining his composure, he smiled and announced, “Congratulations. You’ve won 2.5 million yuan.”

“We should leave,” suggested Ye Zhiguo, having regained a bit of composure.

Ye Hao gave a slight nod in agreement.

Truth be told, Ye Hao had no intention of continuing to gamble regardless of Zhiguo’s suggestion.

If he kept winning, he risked drawing unwanted attention from the casino staff.

That was the last thing Ye Hao wanted.

The casino staff were incredibly efficient. Within a minute, Zhiguo’s phone chimed with a notification of the 2.5 million yuan deposit.

Meanwhile, both Zhiguo and Guo Xiu were still reeling from the shock.

They had never imagined that the financial woes plaguing their family would be resolved so swiftly.

“Hao,” Guo Xiu said, embracing her son with tears of joy streaming down her face.

Now, even after settling their debts, they still had over a million yuan in cash.

“Mom, there are plenty of shopping districts in Anesas. Since we have some time, let’s go shopping as a family,” Ye Hao suggested gently.

“Sure,” Zhiguo agreed heartily, “We can spend 100,000 yuan on shopping. Buy whatever you like.”

At that moment, a chilling voice echoed from behind them.

Ye Hao turned to see a tattooed young man, Qu Wen, standing with five thugs, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a black suit.

“Qu Wen, is this the guy who made off with your 30,000 yuan?” the man in the black suit asked, pointing at Ye Hao.

“That’s right,” Qu Wen confirmed hastily.

The officer gave Ye Hao a skeptical look, noting that Qu Wen and the other ruffians appeared to have been roughed up.

He thought to himself, “This unassuming young man is surprisingly strong.”

“We’re really just messing around,” Ye Hao confirmed with a nod.

Ye Hao had no reason to doubt Lu Ziming’s words. Although he wasn’t sure how extensive Lu Ziming’s connections were, he was aware that Lu Ziming could handle him, especially since he had already taken down Qu Wen and the others. Ye Hao couldn’t ignore that reality.

“Please,” Lu Ziming gestured with a wave of his hand.

Ye Hao nodded, already formulating a strategy in his mind.

The casino offered private rooms for such occasions.

Lu Ziming eyed Ye Hao and asked, “What game do you fancy?”

“Dice. I’ll guess the numbers by the sound they make,” Ye Hao proposed, locking eyes with Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming’s expression shifted. “Are you certain?”

He pondered, “Only the gambling elite can discern the dice’s face by sound. This kid looks no more than seventeen or eighteen. He couldn’t possibly be that skilled.”

At that moment, even the croupier, who was set to oversee the game, looked taken aback. He cast a doubtful glance at Ye Hao but remained silent.

“Any issues?” Ye Hao inquired.

“Since you’re so sure of your gambling prowess, let’s play,” Lu Ziming said, signaling the croupier to start.

After inspecting a special device provided by the croupier, the game commenced.

Lu Ziming listened intently as the device was shaken. He was on the verge of becoming a master, yet he didn’t believe Ye Hao was his superior.

As the cup settled on the table, Lu Ziming, with a smile, suggested, “Shouldn’t we discuss the rules before we reveal the dice?”

“Go ahead.”

“Guessing the exact number is tricky, so the closest guess wins. Does that work for you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well then, I’ll wager 30,000 yuan,” declared Lu Ziming, tossing three cyan chips onto the number 24.

Upon realizing this, Ye Hao understood that Lu Ziming had come to assist Qu Wen in getting his revenge.

“Let’s not waste time,” Qu Wen said, fixing Ye Hao with a cold stare.

“What’s the rush?” Ye Hao retorted, giving Qu Wen a sidelong glance as he tossed three cyan chips onto the table, deliberately placing them on number 25.

Qu Wen burst into laughter at the sight.

“Something amusing you?” Ye Hao inquired.

“You think you’ll win just by betting on a number that’s close to Uncle Lu’s?” Qu Wen taunted.

“That’s exactly what I believe,” Ye Hao replied with a smile.