The pockmarked man's mouth formed an O shape.
He looked at Yang Fei in disbelief.
The pockmarked man's real identity was a master of cheating techniques stationed at Junhao Casino.
To prevent competitors from sabotaging the casino's reputation, every casino had such masters.
In the realm of dice, the pockmarked man was nearly unbeatable.
Quick as lightning, and his moves were almost imperceptible.
Before Yang Fei, many casino masters had suffered defeat at the hands of the pockmarked man.
He had never considered the possibility of falling to someone who seemed to be an ordinary gambler.
In fact, the pockmarked man had been closely watching Yang Fei's every move.
He did not notice anything unusual about what Yang Fei did.
A master!
An absolute master of cheating techniques!
The crowd watched as the croupier divided four hundred thousand in chips to Yang Fei.
Everyone's heart trembled.
It had already been six consecutive wins for the 'big' bet.
This gambling game was seriously eerie.
The pockmarked man's expression was extremely cold and serious, his eyes like hooks, fixating intently on Yang Fei.
He said indifferently, "You're really lucky, let's go again."
"As you wish," Yang Fei replied with a chuckle, nonchalantly taking out a cheap cigarette and placing it in his mouth.
Yanzi immediately obediently lit it for him.
This guy took a deep drag, blew out several beautiful smoke rings, and appeared completely at ease.
Once more, the pockmarked man began to shake the dice cup.
The dice rattled incessantly inside it.
The sound was like a ferocious storm, sudden and urgent.
The croupier watched the pockmarked man with nervousness, his palms sweating.
Having been with the pockmarked man two to three years, he had never seen him so tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
At the same time, there was a faint hint of unease in the pockmarked man's eyes.
Bang!
The pockmarked man slammed the dice cup down on the table.
He eyed Yang Fei intently, "Are you betting on 'big' or 'small'?"
The other patrons sensed something was off.
No one dared to follow Yang Fei's bets anymore; they all fell silent, staring blankly at Yang Fei.
Effectively, the game had become a direct match between Yang Fei and the pockmarked man.
Yang Fei chuckled again, flicking his cigarette butt into the ashtray.
He pushed the mountain of chips in front of him forward: "Big, four hundred thousand."
The pockmarked man nodded, then said calmly to the croupier, "Match his four hundred thousand, on 'small'."
The croupier placed the pockmarked man's four hundred thousand in chips on 'small'.
At the same time, he professionally called out, "Final bets, no more betting, roll..."
This time, the pockmarked man didn't cheat when he opened the dice cup.
He had used a very ancient technique from cheating called "leading the pack," which is guaranteed to follow his heart and hit the target every time.
He was confident that it was absolutely impossible to roll 'big' again.
However, when he uncovered the dice cup, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
His face turned as white as if it had been smeared with a layer of plaster.
Four-four-six, it was 'big' again!
Everyone was in shock.
Damn it, was there any point in living anymore?
It had been seven consecutive 'big' rolls now, setting a new record in the history of dice gambling.
Yang Fei whistled sharply, proudly slapping Yanzi's rounded bottom: "Aren't you going to gather my chips?"
Yanzi, with a dazed look, instinctively shuddered and then scooped the towering chips from the table toward herself.
Looking at the nearly eight hundred thousand of real gold and silver, her heart pounded erratically.
As the situation unfolded to this extent, everyone realized that the pockmarked man was actually with Junhao Casino.
Every penny he lost was the casino's money.
This situation isn't uncommon in other casinos.
Many people cursed silently in their hearts, but didn't dare to say anything aloud.
Yang Fei watched the Pockmarked Man with a lazy demeanour and said casually, "Are we still gambling? If not, I'm going to take this little beauty with me for the night."
As he spoke, he draped his arm around Yanzi's voluptuous shoulder and patted it gently.
"Hehe, I've just started to get interested, let's continue playing."
Having lost four hundred thousand yuan in cold blood, the Pockmarked Man calmed down.
He said indifferently, "It's not easy to encounter a master, let's have a good exchange of skills."
Yang Fei rolled his eyes, "Then it's up to you."
"After all, the God of Wealth favors me today. Why would I refuse if you're giving me money?"
Afterward, the onlooking customers witnessed a high-level gambling match as if they were watching a movie about a gambling god.
The only difference was that the cool, swaggering male lead in the gambling god movie was replaced by the smugly grinning Yang Fei.
The eighth round, the bet eight hundred thousand yuan, the numbers four, five, six, big, Yang Fei won.
The ninth round, the bet one million and six hundred thousand yuan, the numbers three, two, six, big, Yang Fei won.
The tenth round, the bet three million and two hundred thousand yuan, the numbers five, five, six, big, Yang Fei won.
The eleventh round, the bet six million and four hundred thousand yuan, the numbers three, four, six, big, Yang Fei won.
...
The betting continued up to the twelfth round, which still ended big.
And Yang Fei's bet went from a mere fifty thousand yuan to twelve million and eight hundred thousand yuan.
Such astonishing gambling captivated every client in attendance.
Outside clients and gamblers from other VIP rooms, having heard about the sensational happenings here, all flocked over to watch.
For a while, the entire VIP room was packed so tight that water couldn't leak through.
The Pockmarked Man's face was ashen, and his whole body trembled.
In these rounds of gambling, he put forth all his back-breaking effort.
All kinds of underhanded and stealthy moves emerged without end.
However, for some unknown reason, when it came time to actually reveal the dice cup,
the three dice inside, as if enchanted by magic, would suddenly change and then come up big.
Such a gambling situation truly bred despair in people.
The croupier had already collapsed in his seat, rolling his eyes back, foaming at the mouth, and looked utterly stunned.
Yanzi was responsible for collecting the winning chips.
Late into the game, the entire dice table was heaped with densely packed, mountainous chips.
She too trembled with fear, having to lean on the dice table to prevent herself from collapsing.
Twelve million and eight hundred thousand yuan.
For the average person, even if they scrimped and saved for ten lifetimes, they might still not accumulate that much money.
Inside and outside the private room, the crowd surged.
Strangely enough, despite so many people, it wasn't noisy at all.
Everyone was too stunned to speak.
Watching the mountain of chips, everyone's breathing accelerated and became labored.
If it weren't for the fact that this was Lord Tiger's territory and they didn't dare to act rashly,
these people might have already swarmed forward, fighting over the chips.
All the people present had their heart rates racing and their faces flushed with excitement at the sight of such enormous wealth.
Only the main character, Yang Fei, remained unfazed.
He looked at the Pockmarked Man, who had a stunned expression, and said with a smirk, "How about it, still up for gambling?"
The Pockmarked Man was as pale as a ghost.
In his eyes swirled pure despair, along with feverish excitement.
He stood up abruptly, "I bet, I refuse to believe I can't roll a single small."
The Pockmarked Man had a typical gambler's personality.
The more he gambled, the more he lost; the more he lost, the more he refused to accept it, falling into a terrible loop.
"Hmm, then let's continue..."
Yang Fei sniffed and said indifferently.
Yanzi winked at him repeatedly, but he showed no reaction.