Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

"Place your bets now! Miss Jiang, guess, big or small?" Qiao Jie shouted, his breath heavy. He had absolute confidence in his skill; the dice cup and dice were specially made, and at the moment he finally threw them down, the number was already locked in thanks to his technique and a very secret mechanism under the table.

Almost the instant he dropped the goblet, the cold, detached system voice rang precisely in Jiang Wenxi's mind once more:

"Target 'Qiao Jie' has been detected to have activated a hidden mechanism. The dice cup has been pre-set with the numbers 1, 2, and 3, totaling 6 points ('Small'). The mechanism is triggered at the bottom of the dice cup."

Jiang Wenxi sneered inwardly; as expected, a cornered dog would resort to desperate measures. A hint of contemplation appeared on her face, her gaze shifting between the "large" and "small" areas, as if she were truly guessing based on luck.

Seeing this, Qiao Jie felt much more at ease and urged, "Miss Jiang, hurry up and place your bet! Are you scared?"

Jiang Wenxi looked up at him, her eyes clear and unfathomable, yet they inexplicably made Qiao Jie's heart flutter. She extended her slender, white finger, but instead of betting on "big" or "small," she gently tapped a rarely used, almost nonexistent betting area on the gambling table—

"Dice Encirclement".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice bead hitting boiling oil.

"What?!" Qiao Jie's sinister smile froze instantly, thinking he had misheard.

The dealer was also stunned, and subconsciously confirmed, "Miss, you mean... betting on a specific number? A triple bet?"

"No," Jiang Wenxi said clearly, tapping her finger lightly on the "three ones" symbol, "I bet on 'three ones'."

The entire room erupted in uproar! Betting on "Big or Small" had a 50/50 chance of winning. Betting on a specific "point" had high odds but was extremely difficult. And directly betting on the rarest of all, "Triple Dice" (a specific number within a set of three dice), had an incredibly low probability, usually just a decorative option in the casino rules! This wasn't gambling; it was practically insane, suicidal betting!

After a brief moment of astonishment, Qiao Jie burst into uncontrollable laughter: "Hahaha! Miss Jiang, are you trying to give me a big gift? Fine! I'll accept your gift! Before you start dice, have you thought this through? All your bets on the dice can vanish in an instant!"

He was overjoyed, even wondering if the woman had been blinded by victory or was simply a clueless fool who didn't understand the rules. His mechanism was set to 1, 2, 3 small, and no matter what, it couldn't possibly become three 1s!

"I've thought it through very clearly." Jiang Wenxi's tone remained unchanged. "Let's start the game, Young Master Qiao."

"Fine! Then I'll let you die knowing why!" Qiao Jie was determined to win. He abruptly lifted the dice cup, and without even looking at it, loudly announced, "1, 2, 3, small—!"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Because everyone's gaze, including the instantly pale face of his attendant, was fixed on the dice cup.

On the emerald green velvet surface, three ivory-white dice stood silently.

Each point pointing upwards is a bright, scarlet dot.

a little.

a little.

a little.

Three dots, surround the dice.

Time seemed to freeze. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the heavy, incredulous breathing of a few people filled the card room. Qiao Jie's eyes widened to their limit, bloodshot instantly filling his eyeballs. He stared intently at the three dice, as if trying to burn them through and straighten them with his gaze. He lunged at the table, picked up the dice, and frantically examined the bottom of the dice cup—the mechanism was still there, but why? Why had all the numbers changed?!

"No...impossible...this is absolutely impossible!!!" he screamed incoherently, his voice distorted, "You cheated! What methods did you use?! My dice clearly showed..."

"What are your dice clearly?" Jiang Wenxi interrupted him, her voice as cold as a spring. "Young Master Qiao, if you can't accept defeat, you can just say so. Why resort to slander? This dice cup and these dice are all yours; I didn't even touch them. Everyone saw it."

Qiao Jie felt as if she had been choked, her face turning purple. Yes, how could she cheat in front of everyone? Had she really seen a ghost?

Jiang Wenxi stopped looking at him, turned to the equally stunned croupier, and calmly asked, "According to the rules, what are the odds for betting on 'All Dice'?"

The dealer jumped, stammering, "According to...according to the highest odds for this match, it's...it's 150 times."

"Very good." Jiang Wenxi nodded, her gaze sweeping over Qiao Jie's shareholding documents and her own mountain of chips. "Then, let's settle the accounts. Young Master Qiao's shares in 'Brilliant Galaxy,' as well as all the chips here, now belong to me. As for the 150-fold cash compensation," she paused, looking at Qiao Jie, whose face was ashen and who could barely stand, "Young Master Qiao, will you pay now, or will you sign a written agreement and we'll settle it later...?"

"Slow...slowly calculate?" Qiao Jie repeated these three words, his legs went weak, and he would have collapsed to the ground if he hadn't been holding onto the edge of the table. One hundred and fifty times! That would be an enormous number! Although it wasn't all of their family's assets, this wasn't just a loss; it was utter destruction, an abyss from which there would be no hope of recovery!

All his previous resentment, anger, and scheming now transformed into a bone-chilling coldness and despair. Looking into Jiang Wenxi's calm and unwavering eyes, he suddenly understood that from the moment she agreed to the second round—no, perhaps from the moment she stepped into this card room—he was like a moth drawn to a flame, all his struggles completely under her absolute control and crushing dominance.

This is not a gamble, this is a trial.

"I...I..." Qiao Jie made a hoarse sound in his throat, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. All that was left was endless fear and regret.

Jiang Wenxi fell silent, leaving him only with her departing back and a single, seemingly insignificant sentence that was enough to utterly destroy him:

"Ma Yun, put away our 'spoils of war'. As for Young Master Qiao, give him a day to prepare. If I don't see any compensation by this time tomorrow, someone will 'help' him settle accounts."

Actually, this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't asked for another round; it's all his own fault for being greedy.

The crisp sound of high heels rang out again, rhythmic and steady, each step like a tap on Qiao Jie's collapsing heartstrings, until they disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Qiao Jie, left behind, collapsed to the ground in despair as he faced the three glaring red dots on the die and the empty dice cup. The last glimmer of light in his eyes went out, leaving only a deathly, endless despair.

The sounds of chip transactions gradually subsided in the silence. Ma Yun, holding the newly counted chips and the "Brilliant Galaxy" equity documents, quickly caught up with Jiang Wenxi. Her eyes were filled with undisguised admiration as she looked at her. Her previous worries had long since vanished, leaving only complete trust and awe.