The saying goes: A little wager brings pleasure; a big one brings pain.

Those gambling here were undoubtedly engaged in big wagers—or one might call them high-stakes gambles. "Ugh..." Fatty Lin nervously accepted the ten chips Yang Yi handed him, asking, "Brother Yi, what if I lose everything?" "Then you'll prepare to take off your pants and run naked around Macau for me!" Yang Yi shot him a look. "Pfft!" Feng Shi and Xuanyuan Bing exchanged suppressed chuckles, watching Fatty Lin’s face look as if sweat was about to drip out.

The two of them nearly doubled over, secretly laughing. "Damn it, Brother Yi, I’m serious.

What if I really lose it all?" Fatty Lin managed to ask, still hesitant to place his bet. "I already said, if you lose it all, strip down completely and run naked around Macau," Yang Yi stated, looking utterly serious. "Then I’m not gambling!" "You brat, didn't you just say you wanted to gamble?" "But I never guaranteed that I definitely wouldn't lose everything." "Damn it, you were planning on conceding from the very beginning?" Yang Yi gave him a disapproving glare.

From the fellow's sheepish expression, it was clear that was exactly what he had intended. "Actually, gambling is like many other things; if you surrender before you even start, how can you possibly win?" "Uh, then I'll give it a try..." Fatty Lin suddenly felt a sense of conviction.

To admit defeat before the battle—whether as a warrior or a gambler—was the first failure.

Little did Fatty Lin realize that for any person, in any endeavor, lacking confidence before taking action was like being ripe meat ready for slaughter. "Go on and have some fun," Yang Yi said, noticing the sudden shift in Fatty Lin’s expression.

A smile touched his lips as he turned to the two beauties behind him. "Let's go over there and check things out." "Mhm!" Xuanyuan Bing and Feng Shi responded in unison, glancing at the slightly bewildered Fatty Lin with smiles, teasing, "Don't forget to lose it all, okay? We'll hire someone to take your pictures." "Ugh!" Fatty Lin shivered inwardly, cold sweat prickling his skin.

He swore silently, Damn it, I won't run naked even if they kill me! Thus, while Fatty Lin secretly vowed he must win money tonight, Yang Yi and his companions had already moved to a Sic Bo table, found seats, with Xuanyuan Bing and Feng Shi trailing behind them.

The croupier’s eyes seemed to sharpen when he noticed the golden chips in Yang Yi's hand—chips that could only be exchanged for US dollars.

He immediately shouted, "Place your bets! Place your bets! No more bets, no more bets!" The game was not played with cards or Blackjack, but with dice.

The rule here was three dice: 11 or higher was Big, 10 or lower was Small.

Once everyone had placed their bets, the croupier cried out, "Good, good, time to reveal! Hmm, six, five, four—fifteen points, Small!" "A little interesting," Yang Yi chuckled lightly.

He suddenly pulled Feng Shi into his embrace, making room for Xuanyuan Bing to sit beside him, a cold, enchanting smile playing on his lips. "Darling, what do you think? Should we bet Big or Small this round?" "I...

I don't know!" Feng Shi's face flushed slightly; this was a public place, after all.

That single action by Yang Yi drew the attention of many at the table.

Furthermore, a few lecherous eyes were now fixed intently on the beauty in Yang Yi’s arms and the one beside him.

Xuanyuan Bing, seeing Yang Yi address Feng Shi as 'darling' with such an ambiguous smile, couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy.

Even though she knew he already had several women around him, she still felt she was lagging behind.

She took a deep breath, perhaps trying to calm her heart.

Yang Yi, standing nearby, naturally sensed her change but offered no mysterious comfort, merely smiling it off. "Swish! Swish!" After the initial reveal, the croupier, much like an acrobat, shook the dice cup up and down, swayed it side to side, then extended it forward.

The crisp sound of the dice echoed clearly even in the bustling casino. "Clink!" After ceasing the motion, the croupier set the cup down, held his hand away, and focused on the Big and Small bettors. "No more bets, no more bets." "This kind of game relies on luck.

I suspect this young master is very lucky today, don't you think, darling?" Yang Yi smirked wickedly, a trace of something demonic flashing in his eyes.

He held ten chips, each worth fifty thousand US dollars, and without hesitation, placed them all on the Big side.

Seeing Yang Yi throw out all his chips at once, the gambler opposite him revealed a subtle, almost imperceptible sneer and continued shouting. "Bastard, I refuse to believe it! I will never believe it will be Small again!" A burly man in a suit roared, also placing all the chips he held onto the Big side.

In that entire round, only this burly man and Yang Yi bet on Big; everyone else bet on Small.

Yang Yi squinted at the cup, a roguish smile on his face. "Open it!" "No more bets, no more bets!" Under the sudden command from Yang Yi and the chilling gaze he felt, the croupier immediately shouted to the others. "Big...

Big...

Big..." the suited man yelled excitedly.

But the others were not to be outdone, chanting back, "Small...

Small...

Small!" "Open...

Three, two, one...

Small!" The croupier looked at the dice with surprise. "This round is Small! Thirty times the payout!" "Holy hell!" The suited man cursed, his face etched with dismay.

At that moment, a middle-aged man standing beside him looked at his crestfallen expression with confusion. "Brother, you've already won, and it's thirty times the odds! Why does your face show such sorrow? Aren't you happy about winning?" "Alas, it's not that I'm unhappy; it's just that I'm damn unwilling to accept it.

My total chips were only ten thousand, amounting to three hundred thousand.

I have no capital left! I should have bet my entire fortune!" The suited man looked utterly regretful.

This made the middle-aged man feel like an idiot for a moment, and all the other gamblers who were losing money shot the suited man a look of disdain before turning their gaze toward Yang Yi, who had won a fortune with a single statement. "Heh heh, won the first round! Darling, see? I told you I was right.

My luck is excellent tonight." Fifty thousand US dollars per chip, betting half a million, multiplied thirty times—that amounted to fifteen million US dollars.

That was no small sum, and winning so much on the very first bet was nothing short of a miracle at this table. "My God, how did I miss that? Those gold chips are US dollars! Good heavens, fifteen million US dollars!" the suited man exclaimed with extreme envy.

Now, not only were the other gamblers at the table staring fixedly at the golden chips on the layout, but a murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

The croupier’s expression grew slightly unnatural; in fact, since the night began, he hadn't suffered such a significant loss, all because one person won fifteen million dollars on their first bet. "Congratulations, sir, for winning! Fifteen million US dollars plus your principal, totaling fifteen million five hundred thousand US dollars!" The croupier nodded to the young lady handling the chips nearby, and she began to arrange the chips for Yang Yi. "Tsk tsk, my luck is truly extraordinary tonight," Yang Yi laughed.

In truth, he cared less about winning money at this moment than about the sheer enjoyment of the game. "Go, send two men to watch that kid; see if he pulls any tricks.

Also, notify the Marquis; he needs to move a batch of chips over!" the croupier instructed the two men in black suits behind him. "Understood." "Heh heh, I’ve already sent someone to collect the chips.

Please, everyone, continue placing your bets," the croupier said with a polite wave.

Yang Yi maintained his smiling expression, glancing at the croupier, then at the chips in front of him which had grown from five hundred thousand to fifteen million five hundred thousand US dollars.

A smile, which Feng Shi found quite demonic, curled his lips. "Young Master!" "Heh heh, it's fine, don't worry," Yang Yi replied, then picked up chips totaling one hundred thousand US dollars and casually tossed them onto the Big side. "Damn, brother, I'm following you this time! Tsk tsk, betting Big!" the suited man roared with laughter.

Just as he finished speaking, and as Yang Yi looked at him with amusement, everyone else began following Yang Yi's lead and betting Big.

Almost only one or two unbelievers were left betting on Small. "Dealer shows seven points!" "Whoa! Damn, just one point short." A middle-aged man sighed in disappointment.

A continuously smiling middle-aged man raised his small wooden stick towards Fatty Lin and called out, "Little brother, it's your turn to reveal the cards!" "Uh!" Fatty Lin stood up in shock, drawing his card, muttering inwardly, Damn it, I won't run naked even if they kill me, I absolutely will not run naked! "Slap!" The card flipped over under Fatty Lin's single hand.

His eyes widened, staring fixedly at the face of the card. "Player wins with nine points!" "Damn it! Heaven, I truly, truly love you..."