Chapter 52: The Proud Policewoman

"Big Sis with the ample chest, you seem like someone who knows how to have a good time. How about we spice things up with a little wager?" Chen Yufeng’s eyes lingered mischievously over Liu Te Lin’s striking figure, a sly, wicked grin playing at his lips as a wicked idea formed in his mind.

"You're not suggesting a streaking bet, are you?" Liu Te Lin shot him a glare, catching the lecherous glint in his eyes.

"If you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind at all. We could streak together—I’d be delighted to keep you company," Chen Yufeng replied shamelessly.

"Get lost, you pervert!"

"Alright, alright, it was just a joke to lighten the mood." Chen Yufeng waved his hand with a laugh and proposed, "Let’s keep it a bit more discreet. If I lose, you can make me do anything you want, and I’ll go through with it, no exceptions. But if you lose, you’ll be my maid for the rest of this dinner, waiting on me hand and foot." He let out a taunting, mischievous laugh. "Well? Do you dare?"

"Of course, why wouldn’t I?" Liu Te Lin agreed without hesitation, shooting him another fierce look. "But if you lose, you have to stand on the street in nothing but your underwear and chug a bottle. Do you dare?"

"No problem," Chen Yufeng shrugged, nodding without a trace of hesitation. He wasn’t the least bit worried—after all, he was confident of victory.

"Wow, this is great!" With the stakes set, both He Meixuan and Wang Hui, the two younger women at the table, grew visibly excited. He Meixuan immediately sidled up to Chen Yufeng, giggling. "Master Xiaofeng, just imagine you standing on the street in your underwear, chugging a bottle. Wow, that would be a blast! Don’t worry, I won’t let your sacrifice go to waste—I’ll livestream the whole thing and post it online to make you famous. That’s the least I can do for you."

"Uh..." Chen Yufeng was speechless. What a joke—did they really think he’d lose?

Wang Hui, having spent years with Liu Te Lin, knew just how formidable she was with dice. Wasn’t this just bullying the so-called "master"? She had wanted to warn Chen Yufeng not to bet so recklessly, but seeing the unwavering confidence on his face, she wondered if perhaps he really did have some special skill with dice, a surefire way to win.

After some thought, she decided it was best to simply watch quietly from the sidelines. After all, with his personality, Chen Yufeng might accuse her of looking down on him if she tried to intervene.

Wang Lixin, too, was full of curiosity about Chen Yufeng, and watched the proceedings with keen interest. In his eyes, this eccentric fellow must have some trick up his sleeve to make such a bold wager; otherwise, he couldn't imagine someone like that would really end up standing half-naked on the street, making a fool of himself. It looked like a good show was about to begin. Te Lin, with her fiery, proud, and competitive nature, might finally be about to taste defeat.

Liu Te Lin, growing impatient, first rolled the dice cup in the air to get a feel for it, then slapped it onto the table, raising an eyebrow at Chen Yufeng. "Watch closely, little brother. Don’t blink. This policewoman will show you what it means to be a dice master."

"Well then, Goddess of Stocks, let’s begin," Chen Yufeng smiled at her, curious to see what tricks she might use.

Their game was simple: whoever rolled the lowest total won. With five dice, the smallest possible sum was five, the largest was thirty. But any self-respecting dice player could manage this, so they decided to up the ante—ten dice instead, stacking them into two towers.

Don’t be fooled by Liu Te Lin’s voluptuous figure; she was far from brainless. On the contrary, she was sharp as a tack, quick to learn, and a master of any game she set her mind to. Stacking five dice was child’s play for her, and even stacking ten into two towers was no real challenge.

The rules now were: toss the ten dice randomly onto the table—two would land with one pip showing, the other eight with various numbers. Each player would have to stack them into two piles, each pile topped with a one. If both succeeded, it would come down to who was faster.

"Te Lin, are you ready?"

"OK."

Wang Lixin would play referee. When Liu Te Lin nodded, he immediately hit the stopwatch on his phone and shouted, "Begin!"

Clang—clang—

At the signal, Liu Te Lin sprang into action. With her right hand gripping the overturned dice cup, her wrist flicked deftly, tracing a graceful arc through the air as she swept the eight non-one dice into the cup, shaking them without pause. After two or three seconds, she swept in the remaining two ones, then shook the cup again with swift precision. In a single, fluid motion, she upended the cup onto the table—smooth, confident, and elegant.

When she lifted the cup, two neat towers of dice stood before them, each topped with a one.

"Six seconds," Wang Lixin announced excitedly, checking the stopwatch on his phone.

He knew Liu Te Lin was good at everything, but witnessing it firsthand was still stunning. She wasn’t even a professional dice player, but her skill was remarkable—truly a master.

"Wow, Te Lin, you’re amazing! I want to learn this from you so badly—will you teach me?" He Meixuan gazed at Liu Te Lin with starry-eyed admiration. She had been awestruck by Liu Te Lin’s stylish performance and was now even more impressed by the two perfect dice towers. So cool—she was good at everything. If only she were a guy, I’d chase after her myself.

Wang Hui, already familiar with Liu Te Lin’s dice skills, wasn’t as surprised, but her admiration was undiminished. Great figure, beautiful face, and a master of singing, dancing, billiards—you name it. It was impossible not to be impressed.

Liu Te Lin had performed to her usual standard. Seeing the astonishment on the others’ faces, she gave a proud, self-satisfied smile, as if to say, "That’s nothing," before turning to taunt Chen Yufeng. "Well, Dice God, it’s your turn. Show us your miraculous skills—dazzle us. I can hardly wait."

Her tone made it clear—she was just waiting to see Chen Yufeng go down in flames, forced to make a spectacle of himself in nothing but his underwear on the street.