The middle-aged man, the dealer for this table, counted Fatty Lin's chips and realized the man was betting in US dollars, and he was all in. It was a double-up—half a million dollars against half a million dollars. The man was certainly audacious.

Sensing the dealer's pang of loss, Fatty Lin offered a noncommittal smile. After all, back in City A, Fatty Lin had managed the entertainment headquarters for the Black God Gang, which inevitably involved dealings in casinos. If the dealer lacked the strength to prevent the casino from losing too much, his superior would certainly reprimand him, and in a severe case, he could be fired immediately. After all, every dealer in a casino was professionally trained and highly paid, so...

"Young man, you’re ruthless, betting half a million dollars on the very first hand!" A decidedly plump middle-aged man smiled at Fatty Lin.

"Heh heh, luck, it's all about luck." Fatty Lin wasn't overly excited about winning half a million dollars right away; instead, his eyes instinctively glanced elsewhere. "Damn it, it looks like it’s getting lively over by Brother Yi’s side."

"Big... Big... Big!"

"Small... Small... Small!"

The shouts of one group of people drowned out the voices of two others. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, the expressions more agitated. The dealer, ready to reveal the dice, looked far from pleased, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. Truly, no other table tonight had been this intense.

"Crap, at least I haven't lost any money today; instead, I won half a million. Heh heh, Brother Yi, here I come." Fatty Lin glanced at the buzzing scene around Yang Yi and strode over with his chips.

Yang Yi maintained a steady, gentle smile. He knew that tonight, he was destined to be the only person at this casino walking away with big money. Don't ask him why; it was because he possessed the absolute capability.

In any casino, cheating was an indispensable element, but the casino also had its rules. For any single round of dice, cheating was only permitted six times—that was the industry standard. Of course, the gamblers must never know, or it would cause chaos and result in unavoidable losses for the casino.

"Yi!" Xuanyuan Bing called out softly. She felt this kind of setting was entirely unsuitable for her. While there were women gambling here, she simply sat there, finding it dull. What annoyed her most was the stench emanating from the gamblers shouting right next to her... it was genuinely unbearable.

"Heh heh, Bing'er, just bear with it a little longer. I believe it will be over soon," Yang Yi said with a faint smile, as if he already knew what was coming.

Xuanyuan Bing nodded. Feng Shi, who was sitting right at the root of Yang Yi's thigh, nestled entirely in his embrace, allowed a faint smile to cross her face. She leaned in and kissed Yang Yi’s lips. "This is your reward. Shall we win the next round too?"

"Baby, don't you think this young master's luck is phenomenal today?"

"Of course, it is!"

"Then that settles it, doesn't it?"

"Mmm." Feng Shi cooed softly, her gaze dropping to the sweating dealer.

"Alright, alright. Place your bets, the round is about to start!" The dealer took a deep breath, the tense energy swirling around him. "Reveal... Twenty-two, Big!"

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!".......

A burst of fervent jubilation completely crushed the spirits of the two stubborn opponents. Although this round didn't double the winnings, securing profit was already quite good. After all, the thrill, that feeling of the heart nearly leaping out of the chest—these gamblers thoroughly enjoyed that sensation. They received money and enjoyed the rush; naturally, they cheered.

"Haha! Haha!" This time, the suited hulking man seemed to be laughing wildly.

The gambler beside him once again looked at him with confusion. "What about you this time???"

"Haha, this time, I motherf***ing won big!" The suited man cursed, "Damn it, I finally broke even today! Sixty thousand dollars, haha!"

"What, sixty thousand?"

"Heh heh!" The suited man ignored the other gambler and called out to the smiling Yang Yi, "Little brother, following your bet is never wrong, haha!"

"........" Yang Yi shook his head. Another hundred thousand US dollars was exchanged for two hundred thousand US dollars. The previous double-up was accumulated, compressed winnings. Seeing that the time was nearly right, the compressed winnings instantly jumped to double again. "Baby, what do you think we should bet on this round?"

"Heh heh, Young Master, why not bet everything?" Feng Shi chuckled, pursing her lips.

"Bet everything? Big or Small?" Yang Yi glanced at the dealer who was frantically dabbing sweat with a small towel, a cold sneer playing in his mind. His eyes drifted upward toward the second floor.

"Marquis, it’s that kid. On his very first hand tonight, he won fifteen million US dollars, and he won this round too," a man in a leather suit said, pointing towards Yang Yi.

"Oh?" A middle-aged man, the casino supervisor for this Century Casino, whose full name was Qin Hou, known as Marquis, commented.

Marquis hummed softly, his eyes holding a strange, almost demonic gleam as he looked over at Yang Yi. A trace of coldness settled around his lips. "Have someone tail him from the rear; this is only his second or third round, isn't it!"

"Yes, Marquis!" The suited man replied before walking away.

Marquis, however, sat in a tea pavilion on the second floor, speaking to another middle-aged man. "Snake, what do you find different about that young man downstairs?"

The man called Snake was ranked number two in this establishment and was also a member of the Dragon Gang. No one knew his full name; they only knew him as Heavenly Snake. Hearing the Marquis’s question, Heavenly Snake glanced downstairs once more.

"Hmm?" Heavenly Snake glanced at Yang Yi below, dismissed him with a single look, and turned back to sip his wine, chuckling, "What, is that young man very interesting to you, Marquis?"

"Heh heh, although we don't concern ourselves with other Dragon Gang matters, only the casino operations, the Dragon Gang issued an order recently for full alert. With the Black God Gang causing such a stir in Huaxia, I genuinely suspect that young man might be the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang." Marquis chuckled lightly.

"You can't judge a person by their appearance, just as you can't measure the sea with a bucket. That young man may not possess the innate look of an Emperor, but according to the rumors about the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord—I know a bit about the rumors, not even mentioning his actual deeds—his style of operation gives me a feeling of oppression, very decisive. This feeling is rather intangible, but at least that young man doesn't give me that impression," Heavenly Snake said indifferently.

It was no secret that this man was extremely knowledgeable about the deeds of the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord, including his methods, tactics, and demeanor. Of course, this did not include Heavenly Snake having actually witnessed the Dragon Lord's face, which is why he dared to make such a declaration now.

"En, since you feel that young man is unrelated to the Black God Gang, what do you mean by the 'innate look of an Emperor' you mentioned?" Marquis asked, seemingly trusting Heavenly Snake’s words implicitly.

Heavenly Snake was, in fact, a master of Feng Shui and physiognomy. Everyone in this establishment knew he was the best at reading faces and landscapes. Although these matters seemed superstitious, they had a unique basis. He had once exposed many hidden matters in this place using his reputation as a Feng Shui master, but there was one very strange thing about him.

Whether he was reading a face or reading Feng Shui, one statement was true and the other false; meaning if his first sentence was false, the second was true. Conversely, if the first was true, the second was false. This is what earned him the alternate title, the 'True-False Sorcerer.'

"I am known as the True-False Sorcerer. What do you think the term 'look of an Emperor' implies?" Heavenly Snake shook his head. In truth, he wasn't certain if he had seen through things correctly, as he desperately wanted to look a second time but was blocked by something akin to a dense mist. This left a question mark in his mind. "An unusual young man."

"Then we shall observe further," Marquis said, ignoring Heavenly Snake, his gaze fixed back on Yang Yi.

"Oh! My God..." A foreigner stared intently at the large pile of gold-colored chips, gasping, "How much money is that now?"

"Not much, not less, it's doubled—fifteen million US dollars turned into thirty million. Damn it, this brother..." The suited man clutched his head, admitting he hadn't followed Yang Yi that round; he’d sat out one round.

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi gave a sly smile, looking at the chips on the table. He laughed, "Playing with this little bit of money isn't fun. Baby, what do you say we bet it all at once?"

"Ah?" Not only Feng Shi lying in Yang Yi’s arms, but even Xuanyuan Bing beside him, along with the gathering crowd of onlookers, gasped in unison.

The dealer was even more distressed; his small towel was soaked, and his breathing grew rapid. He was clearly extremely tense.

Nonsense. How many Renminbi was thirty million US dollars? Two hundred and five million, two hundred thousand Renminbi! What a number. It had to be said that the stakes on this table could no longer be described as high-stakes gambling; it was super high-stakes gambling. Winning this much money in just a few rounds made Yang Yi seem quite peculiar.

"Place your bets, place your bets, we are starting!" The dealer waved his hand, continuing to shout, but anyone could tell his tone was much more hurried now, indicating his nervousness.

Everyone at the table, except for Yang Yi, stared fixedly at him. No one placed a bet; they paid no mind to the dealer, only caring about Yang Yi's next move.

"Fine, this young master will test just how good his luck is today!" Yang Yi declared with a bold sweep, pushing the entire thirty million US dollars worth of chips onto the Small square.

The crowd of gamblers sucked in a collective breath, and the dealer nearly fainted, gripping the table with a tense hand, staring intently at the golden chips.