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*clap clap clap~~*

To everyone's surprise, Qin Fang began clapping his hands cheerfully and even gave Ye Ming a thumbs up, clearly conveying a "You're awesome" gesture.

Had someone else acted this way, perhaps Ye Ming would have indeed felt a tad proud.

But when such a gesture came from Qin Fang, it wasn't just Ye Ming who felt quite awkward; the onlooking audience was also puzzled, failing to understand what Qin Fang meant by this.

Was it an admission of inferiority?

It didn't seem genuine!

If he really felt he couldn't match Ye Ming, couldn't he have just conceded the game?

But Qin Fang remained calm and collected, showing no intention of giving up his seat.

Was he saying... is that all you've got?

Consequently, everyone naturally interpreted Qin Fang's applause as encouragement for Ye Ming's performance, but they believed he actually didn't take it seriously at all.

"You..."

Ye Ming's face turned particularly ugly.

Qin Fang's earlier attempt had been a spectacular failure, a loss witnessed by nearly everyone present, and Ye Ming had intended to contrast this with his own stunning performance to deal Qin Fang a crushing blow.

In the end, with just a few light claps from Qin Fang, Ye Ming felt a sense of deep hurt as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Qin Fang appeared quite innocent, noticing the strange looks from the crowd around him and feeling quite helpless. He was genuinely full of praise for Ye Ming's performance.

Perhaps in the future, he might be able to achieve the same, but at least for now, it was impossible for him.

Forget about lifting twelve dice on one pillar or releasing two dragons from the sea with six dice; he couldn't even shake two dice to stand on their ends side by side.

That was what he thought, but others might not see it that way, and thus this bizarre scene unfolded.

"Qin Fang played this hand brilliantly. That's not applause; it's a slap in the face..."

Not only did the audience that didn't know the truth think this way, but even Qiao Zhenfei, Li Yang, and Jiang Li believed it too. Qin Fang's previous mishap had put him in a precarious position, but now with this stunt, he somehow gained more popularity than Ye Ming.

Some had already suspected Qin Fang of playing possum, and now they were even more convinced. Even those who had previously been neutral, or supporters of Ye Ming, had switched their support to Qin Fang.

Of course, having more supporters didn't necessarily mean a guaranteed win.

Otherwise, the Dragon Country's men's soccer team would have claimed the World Cup long ago instead of struggling even in the preliminaries.

"Hmph! Enough talk. Are you ready? When do we start?"

Ye Ming, looking quite flustered and furious, was almost shooting fire from his eyes at Qin Fang. Right now, what he wanted most was to use facts to defeat his opponent.

"Ready anytime..."

Qin Fang casually responded. Ye Ming might have his own confidence, but did Qin Fang not have his own as well?

As it turned out, Qin Fang had already guaranteed his victory before it even started.

If Qin Fang was ready, of course, Ye Ming was even more so. The croupier immediately walked up to the betting table; in fact, there wasn't much to check, as both players had already tried their hands once, and there were no issues.

"Gentlemen, I won't repeat the rules. Whoever rolls the smallest number on the dice wins!"

The croupier, that same attractive woman, had stepped away for a while but now returned, briefly explained the procedure, then with a grand gesture, announced, "The bet begins!"

Qin Fang and Ye Ming simultaneously picked up their dice cups and threw in twenty dice each, starting to shake them.

Ye Ming shook the dice with utmost diligence, as if he poured his entire soul into the process, a stark contrast to the dissolute young master who hassled Jiang Li earlier. He was incredibly focused.

This was a gamble concerning his fortune and life; he couldn't afford to treat it lightly. Any mistake could cost him his life.

In modern society, although you can't take a life, if Ye Ming lost, Qin Fang could still find other ways to claim it - for instance, making Ye Ming jump from several stories high, smashing him to bits.

It was precisely this great peril that prevented any carelessness on Ye Ming's part.

In comparison, Qin Fang seemed very unprofessional, shaking the cup haphazardly. Although he wasn't shaking the dice out, judging by his casual manner, it was probably enough.

To the despair of both Ye Ming and the audience, Qin Fang spent less than ten seconds shaking the cup and then swiftly placed it down on the table. The sound wasn't too loud, yet it was definitely resolute.

Upon placing the cup down, Qin Fang remained still and even removed his hand from the cup.

"Cup set and hands off!"

The croupier immediately announced the end of Qin Fang's turn; now they just had to wait to open the cup.

Of course, Qin Fang's cups couldn't be opened until after Ye Ming had also removed his hands, in the interest of fairness.

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