"One, two, three, Boss You, you lost." Yuan Ming grinned, speaking slowly.

"How could this..." You Zhuzha bent over, peering at the three dice, clearly engraved with the numbers "one", "two", "three". He seemed to hardly believe it.

"Boss You actually lost?" The previously noisy scene suddenly fell silent, and the onlookers were taken aback.

Old Pipe, standing to the side, furrowed his brows, looking surprised.