Dragon Master

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 blank, 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, explain 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 blame 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 place. 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.

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, explain 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 to laugh, 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 manipulator’s plan.

In fact, Duncan, these big shots, as well as Beatrice, each of them was a part of this setup plotted by the same backstage manipulator, but none of them was aware that the other parties were manipulated 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 outcome 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 successfully. 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 stop laughing, 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’ve come 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."