The night was thick, and the whole of Chuandu City was shrouded in darkness and snow, carrying a hazy beauty. Neon lights shone on the snow, with a captivating luster.
The Dragon Tiger Business Guild had an underground casino that bustled every evening. Countless elites and white-collar workers from the marketplace came here to unwind, and numerous tycoons brought their mistresses for amusement.
At that moment, the casino was crowded with people moving back and forth, and every gambling table was surrounded by fashionably dressed patrons, who occasionally let out sounds of joy or disappointment.
This was the scene that Qin Qin and Zhao Han walked into.
"I hear Big Boss Long will be here tonight."
"That’s what we are waiting for, have you got everything ready for him?!"
"Yes, brothers are all set for a big fight."
"Good! Let’s go in. Tonight we’re planning to stir up trouble at the Dragon Tiger Business Guild."
"Great!" Zhao Han felt his blood boiling, a thrill he hadn’t experienced in a long time surged in his chest.
Qin Qin walked forward, and Zhao Han followed suit. They exchanged money for chips and went straight to a gambling table.
This was a big and small betting table. Qin Qin wasn’t familiar with gambling, and Zhao Han wasn’t very good at it either, but luckily she now had a pair of "ghost eyes" that could see through anything, no need to fear these.
"Open, one, two, three, small!"
"Ah, how come it’s small again!" Most people bet on big, and those who bet on big sighed while those who bet on small happily took back their chips.
The dealer immediately invited more bets, and this time many people bet on small. His eyes gleaming, he quietly pressed a mechanism underneath the table, then opened it: "three, five, six, big!"
"What, big again, how could it be big?! Such a loss!"
"Hahaha, luckily I kept on betting big."
Watching the scene, Qin Qin lifted the corner of her mouth, so that’s how it was.
Seeing Qin Qin lifting the corner of her mouth, Zhao Han whispered, "It seems like you understand it well!"
Qin Qin looked at Zhao Han, smiled at the doubt in his eyes and said, "Not really, but it’s good as long as you win."
Zhao Han nodded; he trusted Qin Qin. For some reason, he just did, perhaps from the moment she saved him, he trusted her, and everything she said, believing she would lead them back to the peak they once reached, or even beyond.
Qin Qin took a seat. Watching the dealer shake the dice cup, her beautiful eyes deepened, a faint purple swirling around, then the dice in the cup were clear to see, indeed one, three, three, small!
Seeing that many had bet on small, Qin Qin directly placed a thousand on big, while only a few others around her bet on big.
The dealer watched the numerous bets on small, reached under the table to press the button, and the dice in the cup instantly turned into three sixes.
Qin Qin’s expression darkened slightly. She whispered something to Zhao Han, who nodded, directly placing a hundred thousand on the triple-six bet. The dealer’s face changed; he tried to reach under the table again.
"You going to roll or not?!" Zhao Han, seeing the dealer’s hand move shadily, banged the table hard, pretending to shout angrily.
The dealer’s hand trembled, he nodded, opened the cup, and indeed it showed three sixes, a triple!
At the Golden Palace Casino, the payout for a triple was at odds of 1:3, so Zhao Han’s hundred thousand turned into three hundred thousand in the blink of an eye.
The dealer took a careful look at Zhao Han.
Subsequently, without fail, Zhao Han kept winning steadily, drawing the close attention of the dealer and the casino manager by his side.
The casino manager gestured to the dealer, who nodded in acknowledgement.
Then, the dealer kept a close eye on Zhao Han, observing as he placed a bet of five hundred thousand on big, then he pressed the cup, his face showing a gleam of cunning.
Zhao Han sat in his seat, now crowded with followers, and as they watched him bet five hundred thousand on big, many of them followed suit.
"Okay, open, one, three, five, small."
"How could it be small?"
"How could he roll a small?"
Zhao Han shrugged, seemingly indifferent to the loss of five hundred thousand, as the dealer scooped all the chips to his side. Then, out of the blue, he noticed a five million bet on the small pile, and his face turned pale. He looked up just to see a girl about eighteen years old smiling at him, "Where’s my money?!"
The crowd stood stunned, now noticing this inconspicuous young girl who seemed to have been following bets all along, losing until now when she calmly placed a bet of five million on small, confident of victory.
"What ’you’? Hurry up and pay, I’m waiting for my money!" Qin Qin tapped the table loudly and scolded.