The fantasy-like cultivation technique of Iron Gall gave Xu Xiangbei’s thinking a special kind of training.

He was no longer limited to perceiving changes in objects on a flat plane but instead perceived them in three-dimensional transformations.

In the eyes of others, the three dice were fiercely rolling and colliding inside the sealed dice cup, their numbers unseen.

But in Xu Xiangbei’s eyes, all the movements and changes of these three dice were fully projected into his mind.

After eliminating all distractions, in his mind, the three dice were constantly colliding and tumbling, with each dice telling him its number, until they settled into stillness with their numbers clearly heard by him.

This perfect combination of wind-listening technique and fantasy-like cultivation made him seem to have a perspective ability, discerning that the dice were one, two, three, six, small points.

Uncle Qin’s gaze was sharp, with a contemptuous expression, as he released the dice cup with both hands: "Now, President Xu, please guess how many points the dice show, is it big or small?"

Xu Xiangbei casually smiled and said, "One, two, three, six, small points."

The onlookers eagerly awaited Uncle Qin to lift the dice cup and reveal the answer.

But upon hearing Xu Xiangbei’s said numbers, Uncle Qin’s expression immediately changed, a flash of suspicion and shock flickering in his eyes, for Xu Xiangbei’s declaration matched the dice numbers he had rolled exactly.

Qin Libao and Uncle Qin exchanged glances, and he immediately knew the result, his face turning somewhat frustrated and secretly giving Uncle Qin a look.

A cruel flash crossed Uncle Qin’s eyes as he smiled and went to uncover the dice cup, but Ah Rong’s hands moved like lightning to block his fingers.

Xu Xiangbei smiled and said, "Since the dice numbers are set, why not have a third party open the cup? President Huang, could you lend a hand?"

Huang Qinghai, eager to see the outcome, was very willing to help and couldn’t wait to lift the dice cup. Just as his fingers touched the cup, Uncle Qin lightly kicked the table.

His movement was very subtle, everyone’s gaze was focused on the dice cup, who would notice that he kicked the table.

But his action was clearly heard by Xu Xiangbei.

A surge of force quietly flowed along the table towards the dice cup, under this force, the dice instantly jumped direction, becoming three, four, five, twelve, big points.

The guests, including President Huang, were intently focused on the dice cup, none realizing Uncle Qin’s secret tampering.

Xu Xiangbei cursed inwardly, good old Uncle Qin dares to play dirty, Xu Xiangbei who had been seated at the table’s edge gently flicked his fingers on the table, causing the just jumped dice to hop back at the flash of an eye, returning to one, two, three, six, small points as President Huang lifted the cup.

Uncle Qin’s face turned ashen, as he attempted to touch the table again to change the dice numbers, President Huang had already revealed the dice, and everyone let out an astonished cry: "One, two, three, six, small points."

Someone exclaimed: "This guy guessed it right."

"Struck luck."

"So lucky."

Most people, seeing Xu Xiangbei’s win, weren’t too pleased as his win meant they had to fork out money, Huang Qinghai was even more annoyed: "How is it possible, we lose every time we play?"

The last time Huang Qinghai won a million, it was because he and Qin Libao secretly rigged it, otherwise, everyone who played would lose, leaving no one wanting to participate.

Only four people’s expressions remained calm, and those were Xu Xiangbei, Ah Rong, Uncle Qin, and Qin Libao.

Only they knew that at the instant President Huang uncovered the dice cup, Xu Xiangbei and Uncle Qin had already engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

Though Xu Xiangbei emerged victorious, the win was by a hair’s breadth, heart-pounding.

Qin Libao’s face was full of a hypocritical smile: "Congratulations, President Xu, your guess was correct, do you wish to continue? We have an unwritten rule, if a game participant wins, he has the right to choose whether to continue or end the game, if continuing, the prize can be doubled."

Xu Xiangbei looked confident: "Oh, doubling, by how many times?"

Qin Libao stared intently at Xu Xiangbei: "However much you want to double it is fine, but let me remind you, since the game’s inception, no one has dared to play a second round, those who win the first round always choose to end the game, pulling out when ahead requires courage."

Xu Xiangbei relished the fine wine, smiling as he observed Qin Libao, drawing a sense of achievement from the fear and panic in the eyes of the defeated, which also helped him find the correct answer.

Qin Libao’s gaze turned sinister, with an encouraging tone he said: "President Xu, aren’t you itching to become the first hero to claim the doubled prize in years?"

The guests gasped, some becoming nervous, worried Xu Xiangbei might really choose to continue, if he won the game they’d have to shell out even more money to him.

Young Master Shen was smiling as he watched Xu Xiangbei, his eyes full of encouragement and admiration, it seemed Xu Xiangbei was truly different, as long as he wanted to win, he could succeed.

Xu Xiangbei chuckled: "Alright, then let me be this hero, I want to continue the game, I want the doubled prize, since it can be doubled however much, let’s go big, I want to double it ten times, ten million prize."

The living room was filled with disdainful and hostile eyes, this kid is too outrageous, winning a million should be enough, he should just quit while he’s ahead, and yet he wants to win ten million.

Qin Libao’s eyes flashed with malice as he clapped vigorously: "Alright, welcome President Xu to the ten times prize, but I must remind you, if you lose, you’ll have to cough up a million."

"I don’t like those words of yours, worrying about this and that before anything happens, what if I win? Your mindset is too defeatist, you need to be more positive."

Being chastised by Xu Xiangbei, Qin Libao’s old face blushed slightly: "President Xu is right, I am a bit conservative, shall we start the second round?"

Qin Libao smirked coldly inside, my mindset is defeatist, your mindset is positive, let’s see how I mock you when you lose in a while.

Uncle Qin exchanged glances with Qin Libao, and nudged towards Ah Rong standing nearby, indicating that it was due to Ah Rong’s interference in the first round, his double fists couldn’t fend off four hands, giving Xu Xiangbei the opportunity.

Qin Libao caught Uncle Qin’s implication, a cunning look crossed his eyes as he announced loudly: "To ensure fairness, we don’t want anyone to interfere with Uncle Qin’s dice rolling, President Xu, your pretty companion will need to step outside a certain range."

Ah Rong sneered, ready to defend herself, but Xu Xiangbei nodded at her, indicating he could handle it, Ah Rong understood, and distanced herself from the table under the watch of several security guards.

Uncle Qin leaned towards Xu Xiangbei, lowering his voice: "Kid, you have some skills, managing to win the first round, you shouldn’t have continued, you’ll lose miserably this round."

Xu Xiangbei smirked coldly: "Worry about yourself, if you can’t beat me this round, your master will spank you, you’ll be worse off than me then."