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With a bold and decisive demeanor, Zheng Yifan carefully scrutinized the entire roulette wheel, attentively checking for any issues with the equipment. His Vital Energy surged, aggressive and vibrant, allowing him to detect every fluctuation of Vital Energy, electrical current, and mechanism at play.
However, Zheng Yifan was destined for disappointment. This was a Las Vegas casino, equipped with a specialized regulatory system. Dream? That substance would reveal nothing to the monitoring agencies; its Vital Energy did not belong to any elements in the world and was not even tangible, making it impossible to detect.
This very fact emboldened Doug Casino.
The American regulatory agencies had long set their sights on this suddenly emerging casino. The massive flow of funds was undoubtedly suspicious; the sudden bankruptcy of thousands of individuals occurring all at once in a single casino was an anomaly that rarely happened in Las Vegas within a year.
Countless agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation arrived at Doug Casino but found no evidence whatsoever.
Zheng Yifan sat there, feeling nothing amiss. Aside from Dream, Doug Casino had no violations to speak of. They even offered additional perks; patrons who spent a certain amount could enjoy complimentary hotel services and other amenities.
Those who went bankrupt had once lived lavishly, squandering their wealth in a short span before being drained of all potential and sent on their way.
As for their future lives, Doug Casino showed no concern.
After confirming that there were no mechanisms in place, Zheng Yifan summoned all the power of Fortune to bolster his luck further.
This was a force invisible to ordinary people, yet Zheng Yifan could truly feel it.
“Ladies! What’s the best bet for payouts?” Zheng Yifan shouted loudly as he pointed at the roulette wheel before him.
“Of course, it’s a single number! Everyone is betting on that!” the ladies shouted back, disregarding colors or odd/even numbers—just pure single digits.
One could also see how immense the power of Dream was, completely enticing the inner demons of those around him.
Zheng Yifan casually tossed his chips onto number six, the highest number on the board. He didn't care much about the details; all he needed was a bit of luck.
The odds were five to one! It was definitely the highest odds on the roulette wheel.
Zheng Yifan's gaze was fixed on the people around him. Almost everyone was placing bets, throwing all their money into the game.
That was their entire fortune, yet they seemed to toss it away so easily.
All their lives and fortunes were carelessly cast aside, while their eyes remained glued to the spinning roulette wheel.
Anyone could throw their chips in at any moment, as long as they didn’t miss the final rhythm of the game.
However, Zheng Yifan noticed that there were no latecomers joining in. Everyone had placed their bets at the most dangerous moment, all gambling on luck. The casino was clearly in on it too, but they were destined to win. The house edge was fifty-six percent; no matter what, they would never lose!
Unless! They encountered Zheng Yifan.
The betting limit for the roulette on the first floor was fifty thousand dollars. But now, the stakes had been raised significantly.
Up to a hundred thousand dollars. Zheng Yifan casually tossed his chips into the mix.
Beside him, Jessica, along with Bag and Mario, didn’t share Zheng Yifan’s carefree attitude. However, the thought of having a meal as long as they followed their boss was deeply ingrained in their minds.
Their boss was a billionaire?
No! He practically had an endless supply of money that he could never exhaust. In just over a year, Zheng Yifan had already risen to be among the world's elite. It wasn’t even time for the Forbes rankings yet, and Zheng Yifan's wealth remained a secret.
That was not a public company at all; it belonged to an invisible tycoon. Yet, almost everyone in the world was paying attention to this rising company and its mysterious wealthy owner. That damn Frenchman.
Zheng Yifan didn’t care about any of that. He was enjoying the thrill of gambling.
Bag and Mario were like the Haier Brothers, both placing bets of one hundred thousand dollars at the same time. Only Tang Long, who followed behind, watched Zheng Yifan in front of him, eyeing the ten thousand dollars in chips in his hand.
That was his fee and also a chance for him to turn his life around.
Following the brother meant there would be food to eat! This was what Zheng Yifan had always done. Clearly, Tang Long seized this opportunity, but he was more cautious and only bet one thousand dollars. However, like Zheng Yifan, they all placed their bets on number six.
The dealer across the table was delighted. Zheng Yifan had truly fallen into their trap; such a heavy bet would only lead to bigger stakes. A bet of one hundred thousand dollars on the roulette was already substantial. It wouldn’t take long for the wheel to spin a few times. Zheng Yifan didn’t even look at the roulette but instead focused on a few girls nearby, who were gradually breaking free from Dream's constraints. Zheng Yifan was using Vital Energy to help them regain control over their affected bodies, slowly restoring some of their rationality.
However, the girls were clearly distressed and aware of their situation. If they showed any signs of discomfort, they would face severe repercussions from the security personnel surrounding them, who would find various excuses to detain them and deal with them accordingly.
Las Vegas had laws. But those laws belonged to the wealthy and powerful, not to these poor Hollywood has-been stars. At most, they would flicker briefly at a billionaire's birthday party before ending up in his bed.
Suddenly, several women found themselves with extra chips—those were one thousand dollar chips, promised by Zheng Yifan as payment for one night.
Zheng Yifan had paid in advance.
“Follow me and buy in! You will regain your former lives. If you don’t follow me, you will never clear your debts!” Zheng Yifan’s voice was low enough that even surveillance equipment couldn’t pick it up, yet those girls heard him clearly.
Dividing seven people among one thousand dollars was obviously impossible. However, each girl ended up with seven hundred dollars in chips. They all had this opportunity.
The roulette began to spin and slowly started to decelerate. Just as the dealer closed betting for the last time, the doll-faced girl who had spoken to Zheng Yifan first pushed all her chips next to his stack.
Number 5. Another $700 bet.
"Sir! I choose to trust you. I've lost everything; the money my parents gave me for a house and a car is gone, and I have a loan at the bank. I have nothing left." The girl paid no attention to Jessica, who was beside Zheng Yifan, a woman she could never compare to. She only wanted to find a bit of warmth next to Zheng Yifan.
"Poor child!" Zheng Yifan gently stroked her head, an action that drew no objections since many did the same.
Zheng Yifan was merely doing what a wealthy man should do.
The girl nestled against Zheng Yifan's leg, her shoulder resting on Jessica's territory. She couldn't get any closer.
The roulette wheel began to slow down. The dealer wore a cheerful smile as everyone chose odd numbers. The chances of losing were high.
This was all about luck, and compared to the casino, their luck was always at its lowest.
The only one betting alongside Zheng Yifan was a Fat Uncle, a typical American. Dressed like a cowboy with a flushed face and resembling the dwarf uncle from World of Warcraft, he now bore no trace of innocence but rather an impulsive demeanor. His eyes were bloodshot, almost ready to shed tears of blood.
Those were the marks left by sleepless nights spent gambling in the casino. He had gone mad—completely insane.
Zheng Yifan took a good look at him. However, he knew that this uncle could keep him playing longer until he lost all his possessions, dragging more people into the mess afterward.
The roulette continued to slow down, slowly coming to a halt. It spun three more times. When it reached number 5, it seemed almost still; everyone thought it would land on 5. Yet the wheel still did not stop.
The dealer was unfazed; this was how the roulette worked—it would keep spinning until all its momentum had been spent.
That took time, like now, as it spun past 0 and then 1.
Fat Uncle had already stood up, screaming wildly as if he had just escaped from a lunatic asylum.
He was truly mad, shouting loudly, "Thirty-six! Thirty-six!"
Zheng Yifan was genuinely afraid that his heart might burst from the excitement.
However, it was evident that the power of Dream was formidable. Zheng Yifan saw many forces resembling a Zombie Virus pulling Fat Uncle back from the brink of death. It was the power of Vital Energy. This Dream hallucinogen surprisingly had the ability to heal the body.
Zheng Yifan immediately thought about acquiring this technology. With it, the Superpowered Individuals in his Gathering Place could recover instantly after being injured. Even those on the verge of death could be saved!
In the Gathering Place, there were formidable doctors who could pull anyone back from the abyss of death.
As long as they weren't dead yet.
Slowly, the roulette came to a stop! Number 5.
It slid forward slowly, having lost all its momentum.
Even the experienced Dealer couldn't tell if it was 5 or 6; it was such a powerful force that it seemed to glide past. Yet, there appeared to be some force preventing the roulette from landing on 6.
That was the Fortune of Doug Casino, carrying the strength of so many people; Doug Casino had its own luck as well.
Zheng Yifan stared intently at the roulette, his gaze sharp and fierce, a killing intent born from countless battles emerging within him.
It was specifically designed to deal with Fortune. It didn't affect anyone. Was there a sudden stir?
No one had expected that a gentle breeze would suddenly appear in the originally calm room, causing the roulette wheel to spin lightly. It stopped at number six!
"Yay!" Fat Uncle exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. Number six meant he could play again. He had to keep playing, to win back his losses, to become a millionaire. To become a billionaire.
He could even become the richest person in the world. As long as he was at Doug Casino, he could fulfill this dream.
Zheng Yifan quietly watched the Dealer across from him.
The amount he had bet was not insignificant—five times 10,000, which totaled seven million dollars. This figure was no longer too much for Zheng Yifan. However, for Doug Casino, it was still considered a substantial sum.
But they would never default on their debts. That was an unspoken rule in Las Vegas; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to take pictures.
They would present Zheng Yifan with large denomination chips—he received seven pure black chips with gold edges, each worth one million dollars.
Anyone seeing such a quantity of chips would be astonished. But Zheng Yifan didn’t care. As long as he could successfully win against them, that was all that mattered.
Zheng Yifan wasn't here to gamble today. He was here to relax and, more importantly, to take down Las Vegas.
To bring down Doug Casino.
That was his goal!
To create chaos in Las Vegas and, if possible, to see Doug Casino shut down, to see this harmful place come to an end!
Zheng Yifan believed in himself. He believed in his own strength.
The Dealer still wore that same expression. They were used to people who suddenly won money, but it had never been such a large amount before.
After all, those who had just entered the casino and had just downed a Dream were not completely insane; they would spend money and gamble, but they wouldn’t place their bets any faster.
A Waiter quietly approached, bringing Zheng Yifan another glass of Dream.
Now, drinking Dream felt like sipping on a regular beverage, like Red Bull. The sensation was invigorating; finishing it made him feel even more energized!
No one would have thought that the hallucinogenic drink was merely a refreshing health tonic for Zheng Yifan, making him feel stronger.
Of course, his resolve was even firmer. Damn it, winning this casino would be truly impressive!
That voice echoed repeatedly in Zheng Yifan's mind, never ceasing.
Winning this casino meant he could play around and bring some gambling machines from the apocalypse. Let those Mudbug see what it was all about.
“Let’s go again!” Zheng Yifan exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement—not just from the effects of too much Dream.
However, the Dealer in front of him was clearly too excited to wait. Suddenly, they adjusted the betting limits beside them.
One million dollars—everyone could place their bets.
！！！
"Continue with number six!" Zheng Yifan shouted excitedly, and those around him joined in placing their bets. Fat Uncle, however, was not as fortunate; he was clouded by victory and swayed by a new drink called Dream. He placed his bet on number five.
Zheng Yifan knew that this uncle was about to face misfortune.
The roulette continued to spin. The people nearby were flushed with excitement. They were purely thrilled.
Jessica won seven million dollars. Two brothers, with faces full of despair, also received their winnings—enough to make them believe they had struck it rich. Seven million dollars was more than they had ever imagined, enough for them to indulge for a while.
Now, they believed even more in their boss. They decided to go all in. After all, they were winning; the two fellows tossed their black chips onto number six.
Everyone who had followed Zheng Yifan to feast placed their bets on number six.
The roulette spun, a moment of life and death. In that instant, time seemed to stand still. The dealer was also nervous; if another win occurred, the amount would multiply sixfold! (To be continued.)
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