The two placed the same bet, so how could they determine a winner? They would have to proceed to a second round of competition.
But this time, even the heavens seemed not to favor Zhong Yingming. As soon as he placed his bet, it was a mistake, perfectly giving Butler Hong the chance to bet correctly.
With a cold laugh, Lin Yuan felt even more contempt for Zhong Yingming. Even the heavens aren't helping you—serves you right!
"So that's how it is. I always thought Brother Hong and that dice-throwing guy secretly pulled a trick!"
Lin Yuan giggled, just shy of blurting out the words "cheating."
Butler Hong shot her a pretend glare, fiddling with his hair with a lofty demeanor: "Sifang Gambling House does not allow cheating. Even as the steward, I can't do it. As they say, the beam above is crooked, and the one below is askew. If I, as the steward, were to lead in cheating, wouldn't that ruin our own reputation?"
