Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 945 Can You Still Laugh Later?

Hearing Ye Feng agree to it, everyone was stunned.

Some of them were impatient and almost cursed.

They really didn't know what this guy was thinking. His strength could easily crush Park Sangwoo. As long as he won one more round, he could win 300 million.

However, this guy actually agreed to Lee Young-Ki's challenge at this time. Wasn't this courting death?

"Did a donkey kick his head? He actually agreed to such a request?"

"Yeah, he had a chance to win three consecutive victories, but he insisted on courting death and agreed to Lee Young-Ki's challenge. Isn't he asking for a beating?"

"This Lee Young-Ki is so strong. He won 300 million with just 10,000 yuan. How can he be a match for him?"

"If you don't court death, you won't die. I'm so angry."

"Anyway, if he loses, he will be the one to accept the punishment. He can't blame others."

"I really want to go up and give this brat a slap to wake him up…"

Obviously, no one present thought that Ye Feng could defeat Lee Young-Ki.

This person only used one morning to win more than 300 million. He was even better than Hong Jiajun, who had won the title of Gambling King twice in a row.

How could he win?

Park Sangwoo even revealed a gloating expression. "Kid, you dare to accept my teacher's challenge? You're really courting death. I'll personally carve those four words on your face later."

As for Cheng Fei'er, she was already prepared to go back on her word. Once Ye Feng lost, she could just go back on her word. Who could stop them?

Lee Young-Ki was also overjoyed. "Since you have accepted the challenge, let me explain the rules first. We will gamble on dice this round. Each person will have six dice. The person with the least number of points wins. One round will decide the winner!"

Ye Feng leaned back on the chair and nodded as if nothing had happened. "Then let's start, you go first."

Lee Young-Ki didn't waste any time. He gently rubbed his palm on the table, and six dice appeared on the table as if by magic.

The distance between each die was almost the same, and the numbers displayed were the same, neatly arranged in a straight line.

Once an expert made a move, one would know if there was one.

He had only revealed a small trick, but it had already caused everyone present to exclaim endlessly.

From this simple action, it could be seen that this person had put a lot of effort into the die. It could even be said that he had already reached the acme of perfection.

The stronger Lee Young-Ki showed, the more they hated Ye Feng.

He didn't want to pinch Park Sangwoo, that soft persimmon, but had to pinch this stinking durian with thorns all over its body. Wasn't this courting death?

Ye Feng naturally knew that he was trying to show off his might. The corners of his mouth curled up.

"I'll let you be smug for a while. If you can still smile later, I'll consider it my loss."

Lee Young-Ki was not disturbed by his words. He slowly picked up the dice cup and gently wiped it on the table, immediately putting all six dice into it.

Hualala…

His hand kept shaking in the air, and the dice inside also made an extremely rhythmic sound, weaving into a beautiful melody.

Moreover, his movements were very graceful, as if he was demonstrating a set of finger dances. Watching him shake the dice was simply a form of enjoyment.

Everyone sighed.

"This is probably the most beautiful dice-shaking I've ever seen. I didn't expect that shaking the dice could be so beautiful."

"Just from this point alone, you can see that he has already played the dice to the acme of perfection."

"Sigh, I really don't know what that kid is thinking. He actually dared to accept the challenge of such a person."

"Let's not talk about him. I get angry when I talk about him…"

The more outstanding Lee Young-Ki's performance was, the angrier everyone was toward Ye Feng. He could have helped all the Chinese people present. Why did he have to go and seek death?

Even Ye Feng himself had to admit that Lee Young-Ki's movements were very graceful. He could not do it, anyway.

He dared to set up a public challenge in the antique street. He really had some skills.

Bang!

Lee Young-Ki smashed the dice cup on the table. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile as he slowly opened the dice cup.

"Hiss…"

Everyone gasped.

The six dice on the table all had 1 point, which added up to a total of 6 points.

According to their agreement, the one with the least points would win this round.

The lowest number of points on six dice was six.

In other words, Lee Young-Ki was already in an invincible position.

Even if Ye Feng could roll 6 points, it would at most be a draw.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. The other party was too powerful. There was no hope of victory at all.

Park Sangwoo and the group of Koreans cheered excitedly, they looked at Ye Feng with ill intentions.

Lee Young-Ki slowly pushed the dice cup over. "It's your turn."

Ye Feng took the dice cup and looked at him helplessly. "You are too ruthless, you rolled 6 points right away. I can't win no matter how hard I roll."

Lee Young-Ki had a smug smile on his face. "Don't be afraid. You still have a chance to draw. As long as you can roll 6 points, we can just play another round."

"Sigh, this is the only way."

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed. He then picked up the dice cup and threw six dice into it. They started to shake along the table.

Putting everything else aside, just the way he shook the dice was far worse than Lee Young-Ki's.

Not only was it not beautiful at all, but it was also a little clumsy. The dice cup and the table would occasionally make an ear-piercing squeaking sound.

Everyone's hearts turned cold. This was really embarrassing.

He dared to accept the challenge with such skills?

Ye Feng did not care about what the others thought. He just swayed according to his own rhythm.

After about half a minute, his hands suddenly stopped moving, and then he confidently opened the dice cup.

Everyone looked over nervously and saw that the six dice were: 1 point, 1 point… 6 points!

When they saw the first few dice, a glimmer of hope rose in everyone's hearts.

But when they saw the last one, it was like a bolt of lightning from the clear sky.

Lost?