You never know how much effort your opponent has put in for the montum.
Fu Qian was aware that his body was on the verge of collapse, perhaps even unable to stand and walk.
But still, as ntioned before—Zhen didn’t know.
To see a life-or-death decision being handled so carelessly filled the opponent’s heart with a deep sorrow.
This emotion was so intense that even the body’s trembling miraculously eased.
All external matters, even unfathomable mysteries, beca insignificant at this mont.
Heads or tails...
"Can I confirm... which side is heads? The one with the face?"
In the next mont, the will to survive seed to make the mind more agile; Zhen even thought of avoiding a highly unlikely trap and asked Fu Qian softly.
"No."
Unbelievably, she was refused again.
Fu Qian continued to shake his head, his tone gentle.
"I’ll tell you once you’re done guessing."
...
This can’t even be called a gamble; the outco was entirely in the other party’s hands, more like a cat playing with a mouse.
"There’s no way I can win like this... the result will completely depend on you!"
In disbelief, Zhen widened her eyes, as if only now realizing the opponent’s malice.
"So you want to win?"
Fu Qian truly showed a cat-playing-with-mouse smile.
Winning ans joining Mr. Huck...
"No, I don’t want to win... I want to keep working."
Suddenly realizing what each outco ant, Zhen instinctively shook her head.
"Very well, rember your choice, and may you guess wrong."
Satisfied with her reaction, Fu Qian motioned to continue.
"But you could totally make it so I guess right no matter what."
With life at stake, Zhen still refused to yield.
"Yes, but I have my principles."
Fu Qian didn’t blink and admitted directly that he indeed had the power to manipulate the outco.
"So even though you won’t say... you won’t manipulate the result?"
"I will."
...
Zhen seed already in despair, staring at Fu Qian’s hand placed there, long silent.
"You can close your eyes; maybe when you reopen them, the tedious day will continue."
This ti, Fu Qian did not urge, but only gave a suggestion.
As if it truly made no difference...
From the previous conversation, Zhen clearly realized her life and death were entirely in the opponent’s control.
Although theoretically, one possibility existed—that the villain truly had principles; heads and tails were already decided and would genuinely respect her guessed result...
"Alright, I guess... heads."
Truly accepting the suggestion, Zhen closed her eyes, even taking little ti to give her answer.
And it really wasn’t the face.
With eyelids tightly shut, she had no intention of peeking at fate.
Seeing Zhen’s cooperative reaction, at that mont Fu Qian felt very relieved.
As for the coin’s result, he, of course, knew which side his hand pressed upon.
Zhen indeed guessed wrong; she lost the round by her own "skill."
Of course, she would never know that his "principle" was that she must lose this round.
In a racing ga, there’s no ti to tornt minds for amusent.
The reason for setting this gamble is simple—how to return from the Inner World?
This isn’t a ga where a specific item or exit exists; solving that simply returns you.
Given the current lack of information, it required real effort to deduce or even speculate on what thods might help to leave.
And Fu Qian’s first answer started with Transcendent Power holder Zhen.
Yes, unintentionally falling into the tiger’s den, not only whipping with the cane but also forcing out more information; now still relying on it to also send him out.
...
As far as the eye could see, only the two of them were in the store, and Zhen continuously displayed amazing powers.
Adding to earlier speculations, his fall into this place stemd likely from excessive stimulation, leading to Zhen’s consciousness resonating with the Inner World.
So is it possible for her to resonate once more with the real world?
Uncertain, but that’s exactly what he’s been doing.
Cold-blooded, cruel, heart as a Black Box... Earlier, through step-by-step implication, a top-notch villain image was successfully created.
While fighting poison with Poison helped Zhen calm down, he also detailed the beautiful ending of gambling defeat, maximumly stimulating her yearning for the real world.
Feeling powerless to control winning or losing, whatever result he announced would not lead her to question or destabilize.
All was set, now’s the ti for witnessing.
"Very well, now let announce the result, but suggest counting to twenty before opening your eyes; congratulations—you guessed wrong."
His stiffened left hand slowly moved away; in an extrely vile manner, Fu Qian announced the answer.
"One, two..."
It turned out the life-controlling image was well-crafted; clearly, that mont, breathing heavily uncontrollably, Zhen indeed didn’t open her eyes and began counting with a trembling voice.
Only upon losing do people recognize value, so could this yearning for a mundane life transform into a guiding beacon creating Miracles? Let’s wait and see.
And as numbers progressed, Fu Qian even imagined a segnt of host comntary in his heart, the gun still gently against her head.
Still not a malicious amusent, though ticulously guided, a backup plan must always exist.
If, after twenty seconds, no sign of return surfaced, maintaining force to pull the trigger remained.
It might not be lethal, but a head shot indeed counted as a critical hit.
A relatively high chance existed, allowing a bit of ti to leave the diner—seems unnecessary now.
In Zhen’s long wait for destiny, at so mont, Fu Qian felt an unfamiliar warmth surging, efficiently expelling the body’s chill.
Along ca light and the aroma of breakfast...
"Milk left too long affects the taste... though when I was young, I didn’t quite realize this."
In ascending-to-Heaven-like changes, Mr. Huck’s voice ca from the opposite.
And as vision restored, Zhen’s shattered face was no longer there before his eyes.
Everything returned to before; it’s still the empty breakfast shop.
Across, Huck’s glass was already empty, staring as if talking to himself.
Out, very well-done.
Vicious and mad, the plan more progressive than a tightrope walk ultimately succeeded—
However, the question arose, how did the opponent "Old Hunter" escape?
From an unseen angle, Fu Qian’s defrosted hand felt his pocket.
Zhen’s lucky coin was no longer there.
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