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Chapter 685 Twenty-one Dots

    Chapter 685 Twenty-one Dots


    "Th…that’s impossible. It can’t be true! How did you cheat? Even if you cheated, you couldn’t have


    that!"


    Looking nk, those big shots stared at the dots in the dice box, finding the reality more incredible than


    the movie King of Gambling.


    "Each of the dices is shattered into six pieces while the dots are all facing up, and that makes three 21


    dots. This is not something can be achieved by human beings."


    "This is over the top. I would never believe that he didn’t cheat! Look at those smooth surfaces. They


    are not shattered into pieces at all, but cut off!"


    "Mr. Lee, exin it to us. How did you cheat on earth? You’re dicing with death by cheating in front of


    us!"


    Those big shots stared at Maximilian fiercely, as if they would eat him alive.


    Maximilian looked at them with cold eyes. "I don’t me you for your ignorance, but you’ll get a beating


    if you shoot off your mouths."


    A chill came over the big shots as if they were enveloped in cold air. They shivered together and then


    stepped back.


    When they stood still, the terrified big shots found it shameful to have done so.


    After all, they were not some ordinary people. If word got out that they were actually bluffed by


    Maximilian’s stare, they would end up with egg on their faces.


    The most authoritative man narrowed his eyes and said savagely, "When did we shoot off our mouths


    ever? Just take a look at your own dices. Who can shatter them so smoothly by shaking them?


    Apparently, they were cut by some sharp tool."


    "Are you kidding? You chose the ce. You offered the tools. You made the rules. Tell me how could I


    have prepared any cheating tool in advance? I wonder how you guys have reached your positions


    today. You are too muddle-headed to work for me."


    After that, Maximilian shook his head, looking at those big shots in disdain.


    The big shots were seething with rage and about to call their people to teach Maximilian a lesson.


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    Duncan picked up a piece of dice, took a good look at it and said solemnly, "They are not wrong. This is


    definitely a cut mark. Mr. Lee, it’s not that we don’t believe you, but these dices are beyond belief."


    Beatrice widened her eyes and said coldly, "So your dices are convincing? You should thank God that


    we didn’t pick on you. Mr. Lee has already proved that he can do it, while you can’t because you’re not


    capable enough!"


    The man with the hottest temper took out a pistol from his lower back, loaded it with a click and pointed


    the dark muzzle at Maximilian.


    "Mr. Lee, exin it to us now. It’s impossible for you to cheat in front of us, and it’s more impossible for


    you to rip us off."


    Maximilian started tough, staring at that hot-tempered man as if he was an idiot.


    "For your courage’s sake, dare you make another bet with me? I bet your gun will be turned into scrap


    metal."


    "Are you joking? How can my gun be turned into scrap metal? This time, I bet…" Before the hot-


    tempered man could finish his words, he was stopped by other big shots.


    "Calm down. We’re here to be the witnesses, not to fight." Other big shots were winking at him as they


    spoke, signaling the hot-tempered man to cool down.


    After all, they were all asked to be here, so they didn’t dare to act recklessly and ruin the backstage


    maniptor’s n.


    In fact, Duncan, these big shots, as well as Beatrice, each of them was a part of this setup plotted by


    the same backstage maniptor, but none of them was aware that the other parties were manipted


    by the same person.


    The most authoritative man walked up to Maximilian, meditated for a moment and said, "Mr. Lee,


    you’re powerful, but you have to win the game in a convincing way to Duncan."


    "Then tell me, what shall I do to make him convinced? The oue is already here, and why are you


    still dilly-dallying? I’m here today just for Beatrice. If it were for myself, you would long have been lying


    on your backs now."


    Maximilian said impatiently. If it were for Maximilian himself, Maximilian would have stopped arguing


    with them. Beating present up was nothing but a warm-up to him.


    The face of the most authoritative man darkened. He held back the anger and said, "Mr. Lee, we just


    want to solve the problem sessfully. After all, this bet concerns Duncan’s name as ''god of


    gambling''.”


    “How about this. Mr. Lee, please shake the dices again. If you get three 21 dots again, I think Duncan


    will be fully convinced. Naturally, I will be convinced by Mr. Lee too, and we will give you the money


    without a second thought."


    Duncan nodded with a solemn face. "If you get three 21 dots again, I will not only be convinced, but


    also admire you, and I will call you ''master'' wherever I meet you again in the future."


    "Tsk, I don’t want to be your master at all. What if someone catches you doing evil deeds, people will


    assume me to have taught you to do that."


    Beatrice couldn’t stopughing, her hand covering her mouth. She rolled her eyes at Maximilian


    coquettishly and thought to herself. This guy really had a sharp tongue, and those who talked to him


    would be choked to death by his words.


    Looking livid, Duncan said with resentment, "Then I’ll call you grandfather. Is that OK? Someone, get


    him the dices!"


    The dices were passed to Duncan, and he checked each dice very carefully. After making sure that


    there was no problem with them, Duncan put the dices into his own dice box and pushed it towards


    Maximilian.


    Maximilian took up the dice box, shook it twice gently, and then put it on the table casually, making a


    "please" gesture to Duncan.


    Duncan took a deep breath, grabbed the lid and opened it abruptly.


    It was three 21 dots again.


    The surfaces of the pieces were still very smooth, as if they were cut open by some sharp tool.


    Silence hung in the room. Duncan and those big shoots’ eyes fixed on those dices, as if they saw a


    ghost.


    Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Duncan stared at Maximilian in fear, seeming to remember


    something all of a sudden.


    "Inner strength, only one with deep inner strength is able to do that. You, you actually have cultivated


    such great inner strength at such a young age!"


    Confused, the big shots were at a loss for the term "inner strength", as it was something only existing in


    martial arts fiction.


    "Duncan, what are you talking about? Inner strength only exists in Kung Fu novels, and how is it


    possible for someone to cultivate inner strength nowadays?"


    "If such thing as ''inner strength'' ever existed, I would long have mastered 18 Palm Attacks to Defeat


    Dragons. It’s been years since I joined the gang, and I’vee to a conclusion. An unarmed martial


    arts master fears a kitchen knife."


    "Many of my people can do martial arts too, but I’ve never heard anyone has cultivated any inner


    strength. It’s just a myth."
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