Chapter 486

"Bring me the coin."

Jinwei Tong's figure paused imperceptibly for a moment.

After a moment of silence.

She still followed orders and took something from the pocket of her maid outfit.

It was a coin.

The color was peculiar—one side pure black, one side pure white, the boundary distinct, without any patterns or numbers.

She handed it to Yutang Zhiji.

Yutang Zhiji took the black and white coin.

Two slender, fair fingers pinched it and held it out in front of Natsume Chikage.

Natsume Chikage took the coin in confusion.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, with a special texture, appearing like metal but not purely metal.

"What is this?"

Yutang Zhiji watched him, her tone flat and waveless:

"Let's play a game."

Natsume Chikage felt even more confused:

"A game?"

Yutang Zhiji tilted her head slightly.

Her jet-black princess-cut hair slid down her cheek, adding a touch of eerie vividness to her beautiful yet cold face.

"It's very simple."

"You flip this coin."

"If after it lands, the side facing up is white..."

She paused, a faint glimmer passing through the depths of her eyes.

"For each time, I will give you one thousand yen."

Natsume Chikage furrowed his brow:

"And if it's black?"

Yutang Zhiji's deep eyes seemed to ripple with a faint, elusive smile.

"Then you get nothing."

"The rules are simple, right?"

"You have ten chances."

She paused slightly, adding in a tone that was gentle yet unquestionable:

"Remember, you are not allowed to catch it with your hand."

"If you understand, you can start now."

At this moment.

Furukawa Masahiro, who had been watching nervously from the side, saw the black and white coin clearly and his expression changed drastically!

His pupils contracted violently.

Large beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something urgently.

However.

Just as he was about to speak—

Jinwei Tong, who had been standing still like a statue, suddenly turned her head.

Those eyes, which always lacked emotion, now locked onto him coldly and without a ripple.

Within her gaze was a crystal-clear warning and prohibition.

Furukawa Masahiro stiffened, subconsciously taking half a step back, intimidated by that look.

The color drained from his face, his expression shifting, ultimately settling into a deep worry and a helpless silence.

Natsume Chikage lowered his head, looking at the peculiar coin in his hand.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Yutang Zhiji, who was rarely showing a hint of "interest."

He understood.

This "game" likely left no room for refusal.

On the surface, flipping white wins money, and flipping black has no penalty.

Is there really... such a good thing in the world?

Is it really... just like this?

Natsume Chikage couldn't figure it out.

But deep in his heart, an intuition faintly arose—

It is best not to.

It is best not to flip black.

For an ordinary person, under the rule of "not allowed to catch with your hand," it is indeed almost impossible to control which side the coin lands on.

Force, angle, air resistance, the subtle unevenness of the ground, even the elusive air currents...

Countless variables intertwine, making the result of every flip nearly truly random.

Flip white ten times in a row?

The probability is minuscule.

But.

Natsume Chikage is different.

Not long ago, he had just obtained that "double-positive coin."

Its effect was to ensure that the "positive side" he "determined" would definitely face up.

At this moment, he only needed to determine in his heart that "white" was the positive side.

Since someone was willing to deliver money to his door...

He naturally had no reason to refuse.

As long as there was a chance to win, Natsume Chikage had no need for idle talk.

He didn't say anything more, pinching the black and white coin between his thumb and index finger.

He flicked it upward gently.

*Hum*—

The coin left his hand, spinning at high speed in the air, tracing a blurred arc of black and white.

Furukawa Masahiro stared fixedly at the flipping coin, his face already turning pale.

Ten times...

He actually has to flip it ten times?!

Xia Mujun... I fear he is in grave danger.

According to pure probability calculations, the possibility of flipping the same side ten times in a row is despairingly low.

It is only about 0.09766%, a probability of less than one in a thousand!

These odds are even slimmer than being struck by lightning on a clear, sunny day.

He couldn't figure it out at all.

Young Lady Yutang... why would she do this to Xia Mujun?

Is there some unknown, deep-seated hatred between them?

*Ding*—

The coin did not land on the soft tatami.

It first tapped lightly on the edge of the board, changing its trajectory, then bounced and rolled onto the stone floor of the backyard.

Continuing to spin.

Making a faint "clatter" sound.

Furukawa Masahiro's heartbeat almost stopped, his gaze glued to the coin that was finally starting to decelerate.

Finally.

The coin exhausted its final kinetic energy.

Trembling slightly. ===== CHAPTER 487 =====