Tang Dongfeng, under the incredulous gaze of the crowd, exchanged glances with Old Song and asked deliberately.
Old Song’s gaze beca colder, subconsciously turning his head to look at Steward He.
"What? Old Song, you aren’t planning to cheat, are you?"
Steward He frowned, "Of course not, this round is yours."
The second round began.
Old Song placed four thousand taels on a three-to-one odds bet.
Clearly, he wanted to win back everything Tang Dongfeng had won.
Both sides continued rolling the dice.
The sounds stopped.
The dice cup was opened.
For Old Song, there was only one point, all three dice aligned.
It was Tang Dongfeng’s turn...
Opened.
Lo and behold, it was the sa, one point.
The second round was a draw.
Old Song’s eyes no longer held any disdain.
Four dice were added to the ga.
Tang Dongfeng bet six thousand taels on a three-to-one odds bet.
This ti for Old Song, two overlapped, with a total of two points.
While for Tang Dongfeng, exactly four dice overlapped, resulting in only one point.
Instantly, Old Song lost eighteen thousand taels.
Out of funds, Steward He brought over ten thousand taels.
The fourth round began.
Old Song bet ten thousand taels on a three-to-one odds spot.
This ti, five dice were used.
The result was not yet out.
But cold sweat was already forming on Old Song’s forehead.
anwhile, Tang Dongfeng looked very serious.
The onlookers instinctively lowered their breathing, the atmosphere was so tense that a pin drop could be heard.
The result.
Old Song rolled a total of two points, with three dice stacked together.
Tang Dongfeng, on the other hand, still had one point, with all five dice stacked together.
This ti, Old Song and Steward He lost thirty thousand taels.
Even the crowd gasped at this sum.
Calculating.
Old Song and Steward He had lost a total of fifty thousand taels.
Tang Dongfeng smiled, took the banknotes from Steward He, and counted them to confirm the amount.
"It seems my luck is a bit better. Are the two of you going to play the fifth round?"
Steward He felt a bit dizzy from the excitent.
Old Song had cold sweat running down his back.
Fifty thousand taels were all he had.
If he lost in this fifth round, he would have nothing left and would face trouble from the gambling den’s backers.
Old Song looked at Steward He, their eyes exchanged briefly, realizing Tang Dongfeng was not as simple as he appeared and was deliberately causing trouble. They were no longer planning to use conventional thods to deal with him.
"Of course, we must play. It’s not every day you et a worthy opponent. How can we not acknowledge a loss?" Even though Old Song’s back was drenched in sweat, he couldn’t show cowardice.
Tang Dongfeng smiled warmly, "In that case, who will set the stakes for this fifth round?"
At this mont, he had complete trust in Ye Muyu in his heart. Why worry about being sched against if you’re capable?
"I suggest fifty thousand taels, betting on a three-to-one odds, since we’ve been playing three-to-one all along. What does Master Tang think?"
Tang Dongfeng deliberately paused, rubbing his chin, "Isn’t that too much?"
"What, Master Tang, are you afraid?" Steward He hated Tang Dongfeng to the core. If he couldn’t win back the fifty thousand taels today, he’d not be able to face his masters and would be destined for a terrible fate.
This last round, he had to win no matter what.
Winning would an Tang Dongfeng loses one hundred and fifty thousand taels.
That would be a great achievent!
In his ntal tension, Steward He wasn’t even aware of his over-excitent.
"Play, why not play? If I don’t even have this bit of courage, how could I navigate in the capital in the future? Right, brothers?" Tang Dongfeng shouted boldly.
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