After all, the turning point started when Vera joined them.
It felt like they were touched by a ghost, not winning even once.
"Jiang, how can you say that about a girl? Are you insulting a minor?"
Jiang Chen’s eye twitched.
The accursed Minor Protection Act.
He couldn’t bother arguing with the girl about whether she was a minor, so he turned his head and asked Bai Haoran, "Brother Bai, why don’t you give it a try?"
Li Shuru, Xue Yali, and even he had tried and seemed cursed with bad luck. Surely Bai Haoran couldn’t be the same, right?
Bai Haoran didn’t demur and stepped up, "I think we should bet ’small’ next."
"Great minds think alike."
Jiang Chen nodded and said to Li Shuru, "Bet small."
Sixteen thousand US dollars were placed inside the circle.
"No more bets... 556, 16 points, big!"
Some cheered, some despaired, but Jiang Chen and his friends were silent.
"Brother Bai, what do we bet on this round?"
Jiang Chen didn’t blame anyone but continued to ask Bai Haoran.
This was the unspoken etiquette among people.
Bai Haoran hesitated not out of nervousness, for he knew to Young Master Jiang, this was merely a trifling game. However, it was still somewhat awkward for him to be responsible for Jiang losing money.
Xue Yali watched in horror as her cousin took out thirty-two thousand US dollars in chips.
Xue Yali held her breath, both nervous and expectant.
"146, 11 points, big."
"How is it big again?!"
Xue Yali’s rigid figure collapsed instantly. Although it was her first time in a casino, she could already empathize with the gamblers who were driven to ruin.
"This really is strange."
Jiang Chen quickly said, "Keep betting small."
"We’re out of money."
Jiang Chen looked toward Li Shuru.
According to the strategy of doubling the bet, to break even, they would have to place 64,000 US dollars next.
Let alone 64,000, there were only about ten thousand US dollars left in the tray now!
This was the terrifying part of gambling.
Unbeknownst to them, after just a few rounds of betting big and small, they had lost nearly seventy thousand US dollars!
This could only be blamed on the fact that they hadn’t won at all.
Even other gamblers had started to notice the bad luck of these Easterners and began to bet against them.
"Jiang, why don’t you listen to me this time? Bet small and go all in with the rest of your money," Vera suggested.
Even the words of a ghost were more trustworthy than yours.
Jiang Chen completely ignored her, and because Vera suggested betting small, he was inclined to bet big.
"Put all the money on big, our fate hangs on this one move," he said gravely.
Just as Li Shuru was about to place the bet, Vera suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
"Could you lend me some chips?"
Perhaps knowing that Jiang Chen wouldn’t listen to her, she bypassed him and directly addressed Li Shuru.
"Five hundred US dollars would be enough."
"No lending," Jiang Chen said decisively.
Vera, as if deaf to his words, treated them like air and only gazed at Li Shuru.
In such a situation, it was naturally difficult to refuse, after all, it was only five hundred US dollars.
Li Shuru took out a five-hundred-dollar chip from the remaining ten thousand US dollars or so worth of chips.
Vera gave a grateful smile as she took the chip.
Following Jiang Chen’s instructions, Li Shuru bet all the remaining chips on "big."
"Excuse me for a moment."
As the croupier’s words were about to fade away, Vera stepped forward, politely pushed Jiang Chen aside, approached the betting table, and picked up the borrowed five-hundred-dollar chip.