Chapter 111: The Strongest Trump Card? Sorry, There Are So Many I Don

On the gambling table, dead silence.

The Crying Mask woman's question is a dagger straight to the heart.

They are excited!

They shiver!

They are like a pack of hyenas surrounding a lion, risking their bones to set this play.

What they've been waiting for is this moment!

We seek wealth amid danger!

As long as we pry open this mouth and dig out the ultimate secret of the top-ranked champion…

Don't even talk about paying a price!

Even if a few people die, as long as it's not us, it's worth it!

Even if Jing, to keep it secret, chooses to defy the Rule and is judged as lying…

He still has to hand over an Epic-level item!

And after that, there are at least two more rounds.

No matter how they choose, they stand on invincible ground.

This is the terrifying part of an overt scheme!

Time passes.

Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds.

Su Ming crosses his ten fingers, not moving a hair.

This brief silence, in the eyes of the seven, is automatically imagined as the most painful struggle.

It is a silent torment of weighing secrets against precious treasures!

"Hehe…"

Clown's thin laugh slices the dead silence, full of the thrill of cat-and-mouse play.

"Mr. Jing, it seems you've encountered a century's dilemma."

"No problem, we have plenty of time!"

"You can think slowly, but you must think clearly."

"If you answer wrong, the Epic-level item will be gone, okay?!"

He is incredibly sincere!

They are so eager to hear that true statement!

An Epic-level item is indeed precious, but compared to this man's secret…

It's worthless!

"Heh."

However.

The moment Clown's words fell.

Su Ming smiled.

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over these masked ones, whose fragmented excitement could not be hidden.

A hint of pity entered his eyes.

"My strongest trump card?"

He leisurely repeated it, then spread his hands.

His tone was innocent, his argument righteous.

"I don't know!"

What?!

The air in the casino seemed instantly sucked dry!

The seven figures froze together.

Clown's exaggerated painted smile on his face cracked open.

Don't know?!

He's lying!

It was the Unique thought flashing through everyone's mind.

Jing chose to abandon the Epic-level item!

He would rather endure huge loss than abandon the secret!

What a pity…

But it can be accepted!

First take an Epic-level item, then continue playing!

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on the White Bone Roulette at the center of the table.

Waiting!

Waiting for the Rule to descend judgment, waiting for that Purple Chip to fall into their pockets!

One second.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

However, that roulette made of white bones stood there quietly.

Not moving a hair!

The chill gradually surged back up each person's spine, racing straight toward the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

No... no response?!

The wheel didn't judge him as lying?!

It's the truth?!

"This... this is impossible!!!"

The woman wearing the Crying Mask sprang up, her voice hysterical.

Crazy, right?!

A monster that topped the rankings and single‑killed two Twelve Heavenly King Artists!

A Demon God they regard as a major internal threat, willing to spare no cost to probe its depths!

Wouldn't know what his strongest trump card is?!

This is sheer absurdity!

However…

Reality sits right before us.

The Truth-Lie Wheel is the supreme law of this space!

It never makes a mistake!

"Sss—!"

At the gambling table, the player wearing a Blank mask began to tremble uncontrollably.

The greed and scheming in his heart were replaced at that moment by another emotion.

Fear!

He doesn't even know what his strongest trump card is?

There's only one explanation…

He has far too many trump cards; each is overwhelmingly powerful, even he cannot judge which is stronger.

What they have painstakingly tried to glimpse…

Indeed, only the tip of the iceberg!

Choosing to mingle with this bunch of trash…

Is it right or wrong?!

Looking at the dead‑silent wheel, Su Ming's face remained unchanged, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The bet was right!

Did he lie?

He truly didn't!

When he asks himself this question sincerely, he truly doesn't know!

The strongest trump card?

The Abyssal Demon Dragon that instantly slayed a Quasi‑Myth at birth and possesses eighteen evolutionary dragon forms?

The Eye of Truth that perceives all cause and effect, seemingly a Qualified Sequence?

The Soul Dagger, also infinitely growing and All Laws Unpenetrable?

Or the Crimson Throne, Divine Demon Talisman, Remnant of the Viewing Seat…

Dammit, too many trump cards!

Each one alone could drive the world mad!

Who dares claim the ultimate strongest?!

This appears to be a fatal move, but in fact it's riddled with linguistic loopholes.

And he happens to perfectly meet the conditions for speaking loopholes!

"It seems my answer has no problem."

Su Ming's voice was so calmly chilling that it resonated throughout the venue.

"Then…"

"According to the rules, we should continue, right?"

"Buzz—!"

Before the words finished, the wheel spun wildly again!

"Creak—!"

The wheel slowed to a stop.

The pointer steadied directly in front of Su Ming.

Crimson light flared from the base.

The third time, it was still "Truth"!

Only this time... the offense and defense were swapped!

"Oh? Looks like my luck's good!"

Su Ming smiled faintly and rose slowly.

He paced around the table under the frightened gazes of seven people.

Tap, tap, tap…

"Don't be nervous."

Su Ming stopped behind the woman wearing the Crying Mask, his palm lightly resting on her shoulder.

The woman froze completely, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The previous overbearing attitude has completely vanished!

Is this… a revenge against her?!

But Su Ming simply gave a pat and kept moving forward.

Finally, he stopped beside the Clown.

Capture the thief, first capture the king!

"Clown, right?"

"As the host, you should answer this first question."

Su Ming's voice came from behind, with a hint of nonchalance.

"Since this is a real game, I'll ask something simple."

He leaned down, whispered into the Clown's ear, while his gaze playfully swept over the other six.

"To set up this hunt-around-me feast, the reward you originally intended to give these allies…"

"What proportion?"

Boom!

This question is more lethal than the roulette just now.

The already taut air in the casino turned deadly to the extreme!

Six pairs of eyes hidden behind masks simultaneously stabbed at the Clown!

This question is too poisonous!

Su Ming doesn't care about these people's nonsense gossip or secrets.

Instead, he uses the barest profit to lever this seemingly unbreakable alliance!

He wants to see.

These so-called allies, are they truly a solid iron plate…

…or blood‑sucking leeches gathered by greed and profit!

To deal with these guys, first attack their hearts, make them fall apart!

After the game ends, he can use the extracted information to settle accounts with these guys!

The Clown's Adam's apple throbbed wildly.

He wants to lie!

But once he lies, the Chip is not protected, and he hands it over!

It will also plant an unremovable seed of suspicion in others' hearts!

He doesn't even dare to speak the truth; how black must his heart be?!

In summary.

Only telling the truth is the optimal solution!

"I…"

The Clown's voice was hoarse, the earlier frenzy completely gone.

"What, is it hard to answer?"

Su Ming patted his shoulder, his tone gentle.

"It's fine, we have plenty of time!"

"Take your time to think, you must be clear."

I return your exact words!

Kill the body, punish the heart!

"One… ten percent!"

The Clown painfully forced two words out between his teeth.

"What?!"

"You bastard!"

"Where's the promised fifty-fifty?!"

The table blew up in an instant!

Several masked players slammed the table and rose, their anger uncontainable!

"Quiet! All of you, be quiet!"

The Clown roared furiously, trying to suppress the situation.

"This is a divide‑and‑conquer scheme! He's deliberately sowing discord!"

"If we lose, we lose everything!"

"After it succeeds, you six, I four!"

"Heh."

Su Ming let out a light laugh and sat back down.

He crossed his ten fingers, posture lazy, eyes full of mockery.

"I didn't sow discord…"

"Just pure curiosity!"

"Enough!"

The Clown stared fixedly at Su Ming, the venomous resentment in his eyes no longer hidden.

"The game continues!"

No matter the cost incurred…

He must win!

Can't afford to lose!