But right now, Sun Qiang had very few choices. He could either flip the table right then and there, or he would have to let the casino continue to hemorrhage money. Either way, his father would blame him. He glared at Li Anquan with such intense hatred that he wanted nothing more than to kill him on the spot.
Wang Weimin, the most skilled gambler in the area, felt a surge of panic. Even now, he could not figure out what trick the man was using. Was it truly possible for someone to manipulate objects from a distance? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head to dismiss it. This was an era of opposing feudal superstition; he had to believe in science. He had seen plenty of skilled gamblers in his time—most relied on sharp eyes, fast and nimble hands, or keen hearing. Yet, for the life of him, he could not fathom the technique Li Anquan was using.
The only possibility he could conjure was that the man had flicked the dice the instant the cup was lifted, but at such speeds, it was nearly impossible to evade the human eye. He refused to accept it; he was genuinely infuriated now. He picked up the dice cup and began to shake it again, signaling his apprentice with a glance. "You handle the payouts! Let's go again! I refuse to believe this!"
Chapter 122