"I'll leave everything in your hands, Senior. I have no objections whatsoever." Faced with what Jiang Zuo had said, Daoist Qiao truly didn't dare protest.
The fact that this man was willing to step in was already a miracle.
He couldn't ask for anything more.
Besides, the man looked like he couldn't care less whether he helped or not. If he were to run his mouth now and ask for it back, he'd just be asking for a death wish.
In truth, if Daoist Qiao had actually taken the dice back, it was hard to say what would have happened.
He might have been unable to solve the problem, or he might have passed the dice to someone else, but the element of uncertainty was far too great.
By giving it to Jiang Zuo, he would be the ultimate beneficiary, no matter who ended up with the dice later.
Seeing that the Daoist had no intention of taking it back, Jiang Zuo turned and left.
He didn't want to linger with this Daoist for too long. It would be bad if Su Qi found him here.
