The second game began, and the entire crowd quieted down, barely daring to breathe, focusing intently on the dice cup in Uncle Qin’s hand.

Uncle Qin wore a disdainful sneer on his face, gently shaking the dice cup in his hand, suddenly speeding up, then slowing down, shaking it up, down, left, and right, intending to prevent Xu Xiangbei from hearing the dice’s numbers.

After about two minutes of shaking, confident that he could confuse Xu Xiangbei’s auditory senses, Uncle Qin suddenly placed the dice cup heavily on the table.

Xu Xiangbei sprang to his feet, reaching out to uncover the dice cup: "Three, four, five, high."

A flash of anger crossed Uncle Qin’s face. Xu Xiangbei’s skill in discerning the dice by sound was indeed extraordinary; he had discerned it again. He couldn’t let him reveal the dice cup so easily.

"How can I let President Xu do it himself? I’ll do it."

Uncle Qin’s fingers curled slightly and struck towards Xu Xiangbei’s pulse; it was the Great Vajra Finger, the force in his fingers akin to iron pincers. If he caught Xu Xiangbei’s wrist, Xu would have to obey him.

Xu Xiangbei naturally couldn’t let him catch him, his fingers pointed like needles, lightly tapping the back of Uncle Qin’s hand.

Uncle Qin felt a sudden sting on the back of his hand as if bitten by a mosquito, and pulled back in pain, a weak chill creeping from the back of his hand up along the arm.

Uncle Qin realized the danger and secretly channeled Inner Strength, forcing the strange cold back with it. His toe lightly touched the table, a surge of latent power rushed to the tabletop, sending the dice inside the dice cup rolling and altering their numbers.

It was truly overwhelming; Uncle Qin’s technique of striking through obstacles was refined to perfection, making it impossible to guard against.

Xu Xiangbei locked Uncle Qin’s toe with his own, gently flicking his fingers on the table, once again restoring the dice’s numbers.

On the surface, the two politely competed to uncover the dice cup. But in secret, they were in fierce confrontation, having exchanged eighteen kicks and twenty-four finger strikes in that flash. The dice jumped frantically in the dice cup, caught in the intersection of their forces.

Xu Xiangbei knew it was exceedingly difficult to stop Uncle Qin, as long as Uncle Qin lightly touched the table, the dice inside the cup would jump, altering the numbers.

Xu Xiangbei simply chose not to stop Uncle Qin, and after his kick hit the table, tapped lightly on Uncle Qin’s wrist, injecting a strand of strange cold Inner Strength into his meridians.

Uncle Qin’s arm stiffened immediately, extended in mid-air, as he tried to lift the dice cup. A bizarre pain filled his internal organs, and he clutched his stomach and fell to the ground.

Xu Xiangbei pretended to be surprised: "What’s wrong with you? Did you eat something bad?"

With Uncle Qin’s interference gone, Xu Xiangbei gently uncovered the dice cup; the dice were indeed three, four, five, high, as he said.

The room erupted, but no one cared about Uncle Qin’s plight; they let him clutch his stomach and call out in pain on the ground.

"Again, this guy guessed right."

"Just great luck, hitting it right twice in a row."

"Crazy, this guy should go buy a lottery ticket."

Young Master Shen dismissed it, having predicted the outcome long ago, sipping champagne and offering a congratulatory glance towards Xu Xiangbei.

Ah Rong saw Uncle Qin lying on the ground in pain, knowing it was Xu Xiangbei’s doing. The second round ended again with Xu Xiangbei’s victory, a vengeful smile flitting across her lips, secretly admiring Xu Xiangbei’s superior abilities.

Xu Xiangbei gently patted Uncle Qin’s back: "It’s getting chilly, eat less cold food, or your stomach will hurt when it gets cold."

Patted lightly on the back by Xu Xiangbei, Uncle Qin felt the strange pain in his stomach vanish, and terrified, he fled far away from Xu Xiangbei.

Seeing Uncle Qin alternately crying in pain and then miraculously recovering, Qin Libao knew Xu Xiangbei was behind it but was helpless. Everyone had seen that the dice shaken by Uncle Qin had been guessed right by Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei asked Qin Libao playfully: "Can I continue to double the bet?"

Qin Libao gritted his teeth in hatred, "Double my head, even the dice shaker was scared away by you." He smiled awkwardly, "This is just a small game, not a gamble. You’re the first to win twice since our association was established, an unparalleled case and an exception, no more doubling. The game time is over."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled inwardly, "Can’t play any longer, huh? If you dare to double again, you’ll lose your shirt to me today."

Many guests turned pale; this time, Xu Xiangbei won eleven million, averaging out, each had to shell out tens of thousands, truly not worth the gain.

Many joined the Zijin Real Estate Association with hopes of meeting friends, broadening networks, benefiting their business; who knew they’d gain little and have to shell out tens of thousands.

"President Qin, how are you going to settle the debt, and how will you give me the money I won from this game?"

Qin Libao smiled falsely: "It’s nothing, I’m the president of the Zijin Real Estate Association. Shall President Xu join me in the office now, or wait until the event ends to come to my office for the transfer?"

Facing the cunning Qin Libao, Xu Xiangbei felt uneasy: "Better transfer now, shall we?"

"Alright, come to my office, I’ll have the secretary transfer to you now."

Qin Libao led Xu Xiangbei into the elevator, pressing the button as he casually smiled: "Congratulations President Xu, you’re the first to win two games in a row in our association’s history over the years. Your luck is really good."

Xu Xiangbei said nothing, but his eyes flashed with suspicion; Qin Libao was too hypocritical, knowing full well this wasn’t just good luck. Is there a need to flatter me like this?

The elevator ascended slowly, reaching the top floor. Qin Libao stepped out, leading Xu Xiangbei into a spacious large room.

To Xu Xiangbei’s surprise, that big room wasn’t an office but a gym with a wide area.

The floor was covered with soft green carpets, surrounded by gym equipment on the walls, including boxing punching bags.

Could it be that Qin Libao, like Lei Ziming, enjoys transforming his office into something he likes?

Suddenly, Qin Libao’s tone changed, raising Xu Xiangbei’s alertness: "I’m just curious, how did President Xu do it? Uncle Qin is a master; no one can best him. What skill did you use to deal him such a blow?"

Xu Xiangbei sneered: "This isn’t your office, is it? What’s your point bringing me here? You never intended to transfer the money to me."

Qin Libao’s eyes shot out a ruthless glare: "Xu Xiangbei, you’re quite clever. Indeed, this isn’t my office. The transfer hasn’t happened yet because the game isn’t over. Now is the real competition."

Footsteps sounded at the door, as three security guards from earlier in the hall walked in, their expressions hostile, their eyes sharp and menacing.

One of them unbuttoned his ill-fitting security uniform, revealing muscular build like a small mountain, and slowly approached Xu Xiangbei.