Chapter 260: Your Life

Qi Xia glanced at the electronic clock on the wall; the game had been going on for fifty-seven minutes.

In three more minutes, the second "supplement" would arrive.

But the current situation was disadvantageous. If Qi Xia's guess was correct, no one in the room would be willing to produce even a single "Dao" anymore, so how would the supplement proceed?

During this time, four more teams had escaped. Qi Xia calculated that there were thirty-two people left in the game.

Theoretically, the maximum number of "Ai" remaining was twenty-two.

"Wait, that's not right..."

A smile tugged at the corner of Qi Xia's mouth. Earlier, the square-faced man had been tricked by him and had inserted "Ai" into the machine twice.

Now, the "market" had only twenty "Ai" left.

Di Yang looked at the clock as it reached sixty minutes and bent down to rummage through his things again.

This time, he didn't bring out the large briefcase; instead, he pulled out a small bag.

He then took four fans from the bag, opened them one by one, and laid them out on the table.

One each of "Xi," "Nu," "Ai," and "Le."

As everyone watched in confusion, he picked up the small blackboard, wiped away the writing with a handkerchief, and pulled a piece of chalk from his chest pocket. He carefully wrote a new sentence and then tossed the chalk onto the table.

Everyone looked and saw the words on the small blackboard: "One fan for two fans."

The phrase was a bit tongue-twisting, but they all understood its meaning.

Use two fans... to exchange for one on the table?

Qi Xia realized this rule favored participants like himself, who started with three fans. Otherwise, it would be hard for anyone to willingly trade two fans for one.

Qi Xia shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.

"Hold on..." He turned back and looked at the strange scene.

The small blackboard, the table, the fans, Di Yang.

Di Yang was clearly a participant... yet here he was openly running a business?

What right did he have to supplement everyone's fans?

"So that's how it is...?"

Qi Xia made a bold assumption.

Whether it was the first round's fifty-two fans or the current four fans... they should all be free.

And this small blackboard was just a scam. If it were part of the "rules," it wouldn't be handwritten like this; it was clearly an on-the-spot decision.

Since Di Yang had appeared as the referee from the start, no one dared to oppose him. So, whether it was three "Dao" for one fan or two fans for one, everything would end up in Di Yang's pocket.

This was his deception in the game.

Qi Xia took a deep breath and slowly walked over to the table.

Seeing someone approach, Di Yang glanced at Qi Xia with a neutral expression and said:

"Please feel free to choose."

Qi Xia nodded, not touching the fans on the table. Instead, he picked up the chalk.

Di Yang furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Same as you," Qi Xia replied.

This made Di Yang slowly narrow his eyes.

Qi Xia gripped the chalk and moved to the other side, away from Di Yang. He wrote on the ground: "One for one."

Then, he unfolded his four fans—except for "Ai"—and tossed them onto the ground. After thinking for a moment, he also pulled out his dagger and stuck it into the ground in front of him.

Qi Xia's odd behavior quickly drew the attention of others.

"Hey, that guy's doing one for one over there!"

"That one's cheaper than Di Yang!"

Many people gathered around Qi Xia and saw that he also had four fans laid out in front of him.

"Xi," "Nu," "Nu," and "Le."

He had all three types except "Ai."

With the dagger planted in front of him, he didn't look like someone to mess with.

An middle-aged woman eyed Qi Xia suspiciously and asked, "Can I exchange anything?"

"Yes," Qi Xia nodded. "All fans can be exchanged."

"Can I trade my 'Xi' for one of your 'Nu'?" the woman asked again.

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded and picked up a "Nu." "Here."

Seeing how straightforward Qi Xia was, the woman hesitantly pulled out her "Xi" and exchanged it for the "Nu."

Qi Xia nodded, placing the exchanged "Xi" back on the ground.

"Everyone, my exchange will last for half an hour," he said to the crowd. "Once the time is up or if I don't want to continue, this stall will end."

Di Yang watched this unfold, slowly stepping away from his table and approaching Qi Xia's spot.

The onlookers parted to make way for Di Yang.

Qi Xia slowly stood up and locked eyes with Di Yang.

"Have you lived long enough?" Di Yang asked.

"Before coming here, I'd already settled my affairs. Do you think I'd be afraid of threats?" Qi Xia replied.

A hint of killing intent flashed in Di Yang's usually impassive eyes. He knew the man in front of him had seen through the game.

The two stood just half a meter apart, the atmosphere tense.

Di Yang took a breath and said, "Pack up your stall, or I won't be polite."

"Won't be polite to me?" A trace of killing intent also appeared in Qi Xia's eyes. "Do you think I've been polite to you?"

"What?"

"Everyone else wants 'Dao,' but what I want more is your fur." Qi Xia chuckled. "With your fur, I can see the person I want to meet."

Di Yang sensed something was wrong. He saw Qi Xia's lips move as he slowly said, "Di Yang, I want to gamble with you..."

Before he could finish, Di Yang's hairy hand slammed over Qi Xia's mouth, gripping his jaw and making it hard for him to breathe.

"Kid... are you crazy?!" Di Yang glared. "Do you know what level I am?"

Qi Xia couldn't speak, but his eyes still held a mocking glint, making Di Yang feel extremely threatened.

What kind of look was that?

Di Yang tightened his grip, feeling he had to kill this man immediately...

Qi Xia slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a fan, snapping it open with a "snap" in front of Di Yang.

On the fan was a large "Ai"!

This humiliating action made Di Yang's eyes bloodshot with rage.

"Who are you...?" Di Yang leaned in close, whispering, "A person who doesn't even have 'Hui Xiang' yet wants to gamble your life with me... How dare you?"

Qi Xia shook his head forcefully, and Di Yang released his hand.

He coughed twice, slowly lifted his head, and smiled. "'Hui Xiang'... I don't need that kind of thing while walking in 'Zhong Yan Zhi Di'... It would only disturb me..."

Di Yang looked at the man in confusion, hesitating.

He sensed a familiar aura from him.

He was cold, dangerous, and wildly reckless... How familiar this felt.

"You..." Di Yang struggled for a while before finally saying, "Do you know how dangerous the path you've chosen is?"

"Of course I do!" Qi Xia snapped. "There are many paths in this world, and everyone has their own!"

Di Yang's eyes widened slowly. He stepped forward and grabbed Qi Xia's collar. "Who taught you that?!"

"Oh?" Qi Xia smirked. "If you want to know... why not have a fair fight with me?"

After that, everything fell silent.