Chapter Three: A Three-Million-Yuan Slap

Han Tie inspected Lu Chen's bag three times before the Ultimate Round. “They aren't betting that you lose,” he said. “They're betting you die beautifully.” The warehouse was full, and the stream passed eight hundred thousand viewers. Qiyun Group's public-relations account declared that “no underground performance can alter the established fraud.” The statement brought in more viewers and pushed Lu's odds to thirty to one. The challenger set the rules. Three balls, three target lines. The first must pass through a rotating fan. The second must strike a hanging bell before entering the cup. The third must be played from the warehouse's second level to a green below. Sink any one and Lu won one million.