Chapter 348
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“That’s a triple! The house takes it all! This woman is out of luck—even if she gets triple sixes too, there’s no way she can beat him.”
“Why keep going? She should just accept defeat and save herself the embarrassment.”
“Good thing she only put up a few thousand. Imagine if she’d risked everything—she’d be left with nothing.”
As the whispers swirled, the elderly man in the crowd fixed his eyes on Christina, worry etching lines into his forehead. She sat there, completely unfazed—no panic, no hesitation—just an unshakable confidence, like victory was already hers. Maybe even in a situation like this, she still had a way to win.
Laughter erupted from the lean man. “Hand it over. You’re finished. No one beats the house. Triple sixes means it’s mine—even if you match it!”
Raising one brow, Christina’s lips twisted into a sly grin. “Who decided I lost? My dice haven’t even been revealed.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Was she serious? Triple sixes had sealed her fate. They struggled to imagine any scenario where she might win. Had she lost her mind?
“Quit stalling and just admit defeat!” the lean man snapped, impatience flashing in his glare. He half expected her to run off without paying up.
“Won’t know unless I open it, right?” Christina replied, her tone playful.
A mocking snort escaped the lean man. “Get real. The house calls it. Triple sixes always win. Even if you roll the same, you still lo—lo—”
He couldn’t finish the word. Shock froze him in place.
Everyone watched as Christina lifted her cup. But instead of three dice, there were four. One die had split perfectly in two. Her roll showed three sixes and a one.
“Nineteen points. That’s my win,” Christina announced, her expression calm and steady.
Nobody could believe what they were seeing.
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“No way! She actually won?”
“Can that even count as a win? She straight-up shattered the dice!”
A chorus of doubts rippled through the crowd.
“Shouldn’t this whole round be tossed out? Isn’t this just a fancy trick?”
Without missing a beat, the lean man hissed, “This round doesn’t count—you still lost!”
Christina smirked. “All that matters is what the dice show. Nothing says you can’t break the dice. Unless you’re trying to weasel out of paying?”
“Don’t be ridiculous! How the hell does a broken die count? That’s not how this works—you lost, end of story!” The lean man was clearly scrambling to avoid paying up.
With a crack of her knuckles, Christina shot him a hard look. “Go ahead and refuse to pay if you want. But here’s a warning—I don’t mind settling things with my fists.”
A pointed glance toward his lower half, paired with a sly grin, made it clear she wasn’t bluffing.
The lean man nearly jumped out of his skin, panic flashing in his eyes as he clamped his knees together. This crazy woman! Why the hell was she so obsessed with the idea of stomping on his crotch?
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