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There is a saying in casinos: "Those who gamble for a long time will inevitably lose," but this comes with a caveat. If you encounter a master who can cheat without anyone noticing, then that saying is as irrelevant as a foul odor emanating from the lower parts of the human body. What does it mean to be a gambling god? What does it mean to be a gambling saint? It simply refers to someone whose cheating skills are extraordinarily high.
However, no matter how skilled those masters are, their methods can still be traced. I am different; why? Because what I use is called Spell! What is Spell? It is the means of the divine. Since it is divine, it cannot be understood by mere mortals!
"Open!" The Dealer initially did not take me seriously, but as I kept winning, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. After all, if he loses too much, he won't be happy, and he can forget about getting a Tip. (Tip refers to the extra money given to the Dealer beyond his salary after winning.)
I had already won seven consecutive rounds, betting all my chips each time.
I wonder if anyone has heard this story: A hero accomplished a great feat, and the king decided to reward him by asking what he wanted. The hero made a request for a Chessboard (presumably an international chess Chessboard) and asked for one grain of rice on the first square, two grains on the second square, four on the third square, and so on. Each square had to contain double the grains of the previous one. The king laughed heartily, thinking it was an easy task, and set his men to work. However, unexpectedly, when calculated out, it emptied the entire royal treasury and was still far from fulfilling the hero's request!
I am now doing exactly what that hero did; my first bet was three Chips, then six Chips, then twelve Chips. Now I have a total of 84 Chips in my hand. Each Chips is worth five thousand, totaling 390,000.
As long as I keep going, I believe catching that person with the surname Ma or Wang should be just around the corner.
The gamblers around me gradually began to notice me because my pile of Chips had grown like a mountain. (I could exchange them for higher-value Chips, but my intention was to attract attention, so I didn't change them; after all, such a mountain is quite intimidating.)
"Another win!" The nearby Fatty Xu displayed a greasy smile. From disbelief at first to now showing me deference: "My brother, you really have some skills! How about teaching your older brother?"
I rolled my eyes: "Teach you? That's not possible."
The Eight Treasures Mystique must never be passed around carelessly! Although my master did not explicitly state whether I could teach these eight Spell techniques to others, firstly, I do not yet have the qualifications to teach others; secondly, as the saying goes, one should not easily pass on their teachings! How can one easily impart Taoist Arts without knowing someone's true nature? What if they are of ill character? Just think about it—teaching Spiritual Sight to a lecher would lead to disastrous consequences!
If things got more serious—a thief who could use Wind Walk, or a fugitive who could wield Samadhi Fire—it would not just be a simple social issue but rather a case that even special police forces would struggle to resolve.
However, two fists cannot match four hands; once numbers multiply significantly, quantity will prevail. Ahem, I've digressed; we are currently at a gambling table.
After rejecting Fatty Xu with an eye roll, another mountain of Chips appeared before me—768 Chips, totaling 840,000!
This money came too easily; however, everyone at the table looked at me differently now—with disbelief mixed with admiration and even some fervor!
People have started to follow my betting choices, and as a result, everyone betting alongside me has made a fortune.
To be honest, this is probably just a pastime for these big bosses. A five thousand chip bet is nothing to them; winning or losing is merely a topic for conversation over drinks. However, the accumulated wins and losses can still stimulate their adrenaline.
But since most of them are businesspeople, some are worried that I might be in cahoots with the dealer. After all, I've been winning consistently and quite easily. If I were to intentionally lose a round while following the bets, the dealer wouldn't just avoid losses; they could actually profit significantly.
When it comes to confusing the mind, nothing is more effective than shiny gold. Of course, the era of gold as currency has long passed, but cash is just as universal as gold.
Many people are still betting alongside me. They are gambling with me, but the difference is that I am betting on the dice, while they are betting on whether I am running a scam this round.
I certainly haven't colluded with the dealer, so I can sit back calmly and enjoy Fatty Xu's enthusiastic commentary. However, the dealer sitting across from me is in a different situation; after all, he is losing! Sweat beads are forming on his forehead, almost pooling into a river.
"Who is this dealer?" I asked Boss Zhao. This dealer is definitely not simple; I just won another round, and my chips have increased to 157! That's 7.68 million!
Over seven million! That's not an insignificant amount; in J Province, you could buy a villa in any city with that money, and still have enough left for exquisite renovations. For an average boss, this would nearly be all their liquid capital. But despite the dealer's nervousness as he struggles to hold the dice cup steady, the dealer behind him hasn't reacted at all. This means that for that dealer, over seven million isn't worth stepping in? Then I won't feel guilty about being ruthless; the next round could easily exceed ten million!
Just as I was about to continue betting, the dealer stood up and slightly bowed: "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't host a game with stakes over ten million."
Ten million or more is a significant amount no matter where you are; it's no wonder this dealer is hesitant.
"Are you saying we need to change dealers?" I leaned back in my chair, trying my best to appear indifferent.
"Your gambling skills are already extraordinary; why waste your talents at this table?" A tall and slender man pushed the dealer aside and stepped forward.
"And you are?"
"I am the dealer for this round, Liu Jin," he said while extending a hand toward me.
"Nice to meet you, Yin Zheng'an," I said lazily, ignoring Liu Jin's outstretched hand.
"Hehe, truly a talented young man," Liu Jin replied without embarrassment, retracting his hand and continuing, "I wonder if you're Wang Qi's disciple or Zhao Yu's apprentice?"
"Neither," I had no intention of engaging with this person named Liu Jin. It was obvious he couldn't be a Dealer; someone who could lose over seven million wouldn't speak of Wang Qi and Zhao Yu with such respect. I was certain he was just an old Dealer pushed to the forefront with good gambling skills.
"Wang Qi and Zhao Yu have both retired from the game," Liu Jin said. "But then again, the younger generation is formidable. The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead; we old bones should have been buried long ago." He continued, "I wonder if you're interested in a couple of rounds?"
"Ah~" I yawned, "!"
Before Liu Jin even shook the dice, I had already announced my betting amount. Wasn't that akin to signing my own death warrant? I did it on purpose because I knew there was no point in continuing to win, and it could drag Boss Zhao down with me, so I simply provided an exit.
"Are you sure?" Liu Jin asked in surprise.
"Sure," I replied, just as Liu Jin's hand trembled slightly.
"Shall I roll then?" Liu Jin hesitated.
"Wait." Suddenly, something came to mind, and I called out. Liu Jin flinched, thinking I was going back on my word.
"This will do." I pulled out six chips from the pile. After wasting so much time, I couldn't just return all my capital, right? Besides, I needed to keep a little for myself. So, I left three chips for myself.
I tossed the other three back to Boss Zhao and stood up directly without waiting for Liu Jin to roll the dice, preparing to leave.
I was definitely going to lose this round, so I couldn't be bothered to watch. Besides, making money through Spell was ultimately a misuse; a gentleman loves wealth but acquires it through proper means. Even if I won this money, I couldn't accept it. My main purpose for coming here was still to test the waters; after all, this was the largest private room. Who knows? The big fish I wanted to catch might be right here.
However, to my disappointment, even when I raised the bait to ten million, that big fish wouldn't easily take the hook.
But why would such a big fish make things difficult for ordinary girls? It's important to note that dozens of girls have already gone missing in this area, which is why Shaoming and I are secretly investigating.
Fatty Xu looked at my chips, which had returned to the dealer's hands, with an expression of unmasked reluctance. After all, the money wasn't his; what was he regretting?
"Brother Yin, can't you teach me that trick?" Fatty Xu leaned in mysteriously.
"This kind of money shouldn't be taken," I replied calmly. "It's just for fun; didn't you see that I returned everything?"
"What a shame," Fatty Xu said, smacking his lips, not hiding his disappointment. "But Brother Yin, you're really something. You've won so many times without a single loss."
"Ahem, that's enough," I said. "I have to go; I still have friends waiting."
I casually made an excuse to leave. There didn't seem to be any useful information to gain here; it was just a gathering of wealthy people making a fuss. Staying any longer wouldn't be meaningful.
"Don't go, Brother Yin; it's rare to see you," Boss Zhao urged me.
"Yeah, yeah, Brother Yin, stay a little longer," Fatty Xu added.
"Alright, I'll stay a bit longer! But I really have to go now, Boss Zhao; I'm leaving first."
I ignored Boss Zhao and Fatty Xu and dashed toward the private room I had come from.
Damn! It seemed like Shaoming was in trouble!
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