Kingsley waved his hand impatiently. "Pass the dice cup to me."
"Sure! I'll let you use this." Nathan then turned to ask Rhys, "Mr. Glen, I need another dice cup."
Before Rhys could order his men to grab a dice cup for them, Kingsley stopped them. "There's no need for that."
At that, he grabbed the only dice cup around and began to shake it rhythmically.
The sound of the dice rustling inside the cup was like a powerful drumbeat. However, what Kingsley was doing left others in confusion as they glanced at each other for answers.
"What is he doing? Aren't they going to play against each other?"
"That's what I'm saying! How can he begin the game on his own without waiting for Mr. Kearney to get a dice?"
Nathan was more confused than the audience. "Punk, what tricks are you trying to pull? Do you even know how to play it?"
Just then, he heard a loud thud as Kingsley slammed the dice cup on the
table.
"Punk, what do you mean?" Nathan looked at him with detest. "Do you think you have the upper hand?"
Kingsley said nothing but smiled.
Then, as he lifted the lid, the five dice stacked up in an odd pile were revealed to everyone.
The onlookers booed when they saw the outcome. The audience didn't hide their mocking and derisive comments.
"What the hell is that? I expected to see him roll out all sixes."
"At least pile a tower out of them! What is that thing he made?"
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