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Cheng Yi picked up the darts, preparing to throw.
Shorty had already lost hope. He thought that if he couldn't make any money this time, he would just bet on high or low for a last-ditch effort.
Thud!
The dart accurately hit the target, although it didn't land in the bullseye, it struck the eight-point ring.
The eight-point ring could be exchanged for two hundred chips.
Shorty felt a surge of excitement, but then his spirits sank again.
"Just a fluke."
Holding two darts in his hand, Cheng Yi glanced at the bullseye and then threw both darts.
Thud!
The two darts almost simultaneously struck the target, making a sound.
One hit the eight-point ring, and the other hit the nine-point ring.
That was worth five hundred chips.
"Hey! This might work." Shorty suddenly perked up; at least he had recouped his initial investment. With one more dart in his hand, he had already made a profit of one hundred.
"Is this the trajectory? I understand now."
This time, he held five darts simultaneously in one hand, aiming.
"Hey! You’re not actually planning to throw all five at once, are you? Don’t be foolish; you’re not a god. How could you possibly..."
Bang!
"They all hit the target..."
Shorty looked at Target in disbelief, rubbing his eyes.
"That's right!"
On the target, all five darts were accurately embedded in the Bullseye.
Grand Slam, ten times the amount.
Five darts, multiplied by ten, equals fifty.
Five hundred dollars has now turned into five thousand dollars.
No, it's five thousand one hundred.
In just five minutes since entering, his meager chips that could only be exchanged for five minimum bets had already transformed into fifty-one, a tenfold increase!
"Great, this is amazing!"
Shorty's face was beaming with joy as he happily collected the five thousand chips he had won.
"Come on, help me win some more."
After switching out dozens of darts, Shorty cradled them in his arms and handed ten to Cheng Yi.
With five in each hand, he aimed and threw.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of the darts hitting was slightly staggered, but they all accurately struck the target.
The bullseye was quite small, so it was naturally impossible for all ten to hit it.
Six hit the bullseye, while the other four landed in the adjacent nine-ring area.
"Come on, keep going, don't stop."
Watching as he continuously hit the target and seeing his pile of chips grow larger in front of him, Shorty's face became increasingly exaggerated, resembling a blooming flower.
Before he realized it, the small box in front of him was already filled with chips. At that moment, he finally understood it was time to stop.
However, it was too late.
In just over ten minutes, Cheng Yi had helped him win over five hundred thousand.
In this relatively small casino, that was no small amount; after all, this was money won from the house, unlike bets between a few people where no matter who lost or won, the house always profited.
Five hundred thousand. Don't even mention a casino of this scale; even if it were ten times larger, it probably wouldn't have such daily revenue.
For this casino, five hundred thousand is already more than a month's pure profit.
Naturally, they couldn't let the efforts of over a month go to waste. While Shorty was still engrossed in exchanging chips, several pairs of eyes were already fixed on him.
Initially, if he had won a few thousand dollars and left, perhaps it wouldn't have caused such a stir; the casino would have turned a blind eye.
But five hundred thousand is simply too much. They were involved in illegal activities; how could they afford to let that slip away?
"Help me exchange these chips."
After exchanging over five hundred thousand in cash, Shorty held a money box in one hand and grabbed Cheng Yi with the other, nervously trying to run away.
However, there were already several people waiting for them in the courtyard above.
This was also where he made a cognitive error; instead of running out, it would have been better to stay below.
After all, in a crowded situation, the casino wouldn't dare to act against them due to potential repercussions.
As long as they took their time and lost some more money, when it came time to leave with the remaining tens of thousands, the casino might just let them go.
However, Shorty clearly didn't have such deep scheming thoughts, and he was reluctant to part with tens of thousands.
"What are you doing?!" Seeing five or six people in the courtyard holding clubs, Shorty nervously took a step back.
With a creak, the door behind him closed as well; he couldn't escape into the casino for refuge now.
"Wanting to leave after winning so much money is really too ungrateful. You can't be this ignorant of the rules," said the first man, holding a cigarette in his mouth while tapping his Metal Bat with his hand.
Shorty quickly hugged the money box to his chest and took a step back, but he didn't notice that there was someone behind him waiting.
Realizing he had bumped into the person behind him, he nervously looked up.
The person was not very tall, just a little over 1.7 meters, but compared to Shorty, who was only 1.4 meters, he was clearly a giant.
Looking up at the person behind him, Shorty smiled brightly and said, "Hello."
The man did not respond; instead, he grabbed Shorty by the collar and lifted him up as if he were picking up a chick.
"What are you doing?!" Shorty shouted in panic.
"There's no need to shout; no one will come here."
Saying this, the leader stepped forward and, ignoring Shorty's protests, snatched the money box containing five hundred thousand.
"Don't blame us for being cruel; blame yourself for being too greedy."
"Break both of his hands."
The leader turned to leave but paused after taking a couple of steps and ordered again.
"No! Let me go!"
Shorty struggled desperately, but the strong man behind him held him tightly in his arms, rendering his efforts completely ineffective.
As he watched a man approach him with a fierce expression, striking his palm with an iron rod, Shorty felt an overwhelming sense of terror.
The distance seemed incredibly long to Shorty. He knew exactly who these people were; in such a remote city, it wouldn't be a problem for them to break both his hands, or even kill him.
Behind him, one person held him while two others grabbed his arms, leaving him with no strength to resist.
He looked at the Younger Brother in front of him, who had raised the iron rod high, ready to bring it down with malice.
Instinctively, he closed his eyes, a natural response when faced with danger.
The blow was about to fall, but it lingered in the air without coming down.
"Hey, why are you going to hit him?" Cheng Yi asked curiously as he blocked the iron rod with one hand.
This innocent demeanor effortlessly stopped a full-force swing from an adult?
The man was taken aback and then tried to pull the rod away. "Kid, don't meddle."
However, after several attempts, the iron rod remained firmly in Cheng Yi's grip, as if it were welded there, unyielding. (To be continued.)
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