Jiang Shu looked around at the hostages seated in the hall. Their mouths were gagged with cloth strips, rendering them speechless, but their eyes spoke volumes, ablaze with anticipation and tension.
Red Clo had a smug grin plastered across his face.
Clearly, he had come prepared for today's Coin guessing game.
Well-prepared indeed.
Jiang Shu inwardly sensed that this was going to be tricky.
So he suddenly made his move, reaching for Clo's two clenched fists and pressing them simultaneously.
It was distinctly obvious that there was a difference in resistance between the two fists.
Because of the tight grip on the coin, the muscles of the hand holding it would involuntarily tense. When another person pressed this clenched fist in such a state, its resistance would increase unconsciously.
Thus, there was a noticeable difference in Red Clo's left and right hands when pressed at the same time.
The left hand.
Its resistance was stronger.
