Chapter 352: The Twelve Generals of the Gambling Sect_1

Du Baichuan's face turned a little ugly, but he sneered in his heart. As a ninth-grade martial artist, known as "Lightning Hand", the moment he lifted the dice cup, even if it turned into a triplet threes, he could replace the dice at lightning speed.

Moreover, in here, one places their bet first, there's absolutely no way to play any tricks.

Du Baichuan gently inhaled, his hands suddenly grabbing the dice cup, incessantly shaking it. The dice cup formed one trick after another in mid-air, finally landing on the gambling table with a thud.

He looked at Xiao Qiang and said, "Sir, pay attention, I am about to lift the cup."

Xiao Qiang nodded and said, "Go ahead!"

His left hand slowly rested on the dice cup, slightly lifting it. But in that flash of moment, his right hand had already swung out. As a ninth level martial artist, his sight was exceptional, easily noticing that the dice in the cup had somehow turned into a triplet threes.