Chapter 491

"Good!"

Seeing Zhongli smiled faintly and took out a small cube.

It was the reward he had obtained from the comic shop not long ago—the Rock-Paper-Scissors Box.

"Mr. Zhongli, you're using this?"

Young Master was stunned for a moment.

He had thought the other party would make a move personally!

"Mm, is there a problem?"

"N-no, then let's use this!"

Young Master shook his head.

But looking at the unfamiliar thing in Zhongli's hand, an inexplicable sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

It seemed he might lose?

……

PS: Thanks to boss 【Dark Ice Flower】 for the tip.

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Three: Zhongli's Embarrassment: Using Boss Han's prop—isn't that a bit too bullying? (Begging for subscriptions)

"Rock-paper-scissors is a game of luck; even if that thing is strange, there's no way I can't win a single round, right?"

Young Master hurriedly began comforting himself in his heart.

Then he shook his head vigorously, shaking off those unpleasant feelings in his mind.

He let out a loud shout.

"Come!"

The bet officially began!

However, facts proved that Young Master's foreboding was correct.

In 10 rounds, he really didn't win a single one!

"Wh-why is it like this?"

Young Master sat dumbfounded in his chair, staring blankly at his own right hand.

It was clearly just a game of luck—why couldn't he win even one round?

Isn't this way too hard?

"Could it really be that my luck has been too terrible lately?"

Young Master looked up at the ceiling, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

For him,

losing the bet was a minor matter—at most he'd just lose a little Mora later.

But the meaning revealed behind it was what mattered most.

That was his bad luck.

Otherwise, how could he fail to win even a single round?

"Sigh, Young Master's luck really is too terrible!"

Seeing the result, little Paimon was also incredibly moved.

This person was just way too unlucky.

Couldn't win even one round……

It seemed they would return empty-handed this time.

Thinking of this, little Paimon snorted twice.

"Not to brag, but if you let me, Paimon, go up there, I could win two rounds with my eyes closed."

"You really can't do it, the prop in Zhongli's hand is strange."

Yingmei shook her head.

She didn't think it was really just about luck.

Judging from Zhongli's performance just now, he clearly had a lot of confidence.

So the thing he took out must have something fishy about it.

"Eh? Is that so?"

Little Paimon scratched her head.

"Boss Han's prop really is amazing!"

Zhongli smiled faintly in his heart.

He had tested it at the comic shop before, so this result was no surprise to him.

But looking at Young Master's bewildered appearance, Zhongli felt a rare hint of embarrassment in his heart.

Using Boss Han's prop to bet—wasn't that a bit too bullying?

After thinking for a moment, Zhongli spoke up.

"The bet is over, but if you still feel unconvinced, we can do another 10 rounds.

Likewise, as long as you win one round, then you win."

As the Geo Archon, he naturally placed great importance on contracts.

He would always abide by contracts in his daily life.

But considering this time really was a bit too bullying, Zhongli decided to give Young Master another chance.

Although the result would probably still be the same……

"Good, that's what you said, Mr. Zhongli! You can't go back on your word!"

Hearing Seeing Zhongli's words, the Young Master excitedly jumped up from his chair.

It must have just been bad luck on his part earlier.

One more time!

He, Tartaglia, simply refused to believe it.

Could he really not win even a single round?

Thinking of this, the Young Master's fighting spirit rose once more.

However,

Fate always has a way of repeating itself.

In the next ten rounds, the Young Master still failed to win a single one.

"He… he actually still lost…"

Looking at this result, the Young Master was truly dumbfounded this time.

He had never imagined his luck could be this terrible.

"I believe you now, that thing must be fishy."

Paimon ran to Yingmei's ear and whispered.

Twenty rounds in a row, not a single win.

Far too abnormal.

Paimon's words reminded the Young Master, and he suddenly looked at the prop in Seeing Zhongli's hand.

"Mr. Seeing Zhongli, what is this thing?!"

"A RPS Box. As long as you hold this box and play rock-paper-scissors with someone, a big hand will pop out from inside the box, and no matter what gesture it makes, it will win."

Seeing Zhongli did not hide it either. After a brief pause, he added, "Mm, it was a reward obtained from Boss Han's shop."

"So that's how it is!"

Hearing this, Yingmei and Paimon also understood at once.

No wonder it could win twenty rounds in a row, leaving the Young Master completely deflated.

After all that fuss, this prop came from a comic shop.

Then there's no problem.

"A reward obtained from Boss Han's place…?!"

The Young Master's mouth twitched.

No wonder no matter what gesture he threw, he couldn't win.

And here he had been feeling frustrated, thinking it was just his bad luck.

Turns out the other side had been "cheating."