Thirty million US dollars was suddenly staked on "Small," breaking the pattern of betting big from the preceding rounds, which caused the other gamblers to hesitate.

"Hey, brother, why aren't you placing a bet?" the gambler persistently asked the large man in the suit beside him.

The man in the suit shook his head vigorously. "N-no—I'm sitting this one out. Damn it, I'm worried about my heart."

"Uh, I'm not betting either. Even though it came up 'Big' the last few rounds, I don't feel good about 'Small' this time," the gambler said, looking decidedly unconvinced.

When the others overheard this, it was like a sedative had been administered to everyone who had been about to place a bet or hadn't dared to bet from the start. A collective hush fell as they nervously watched the golden chips.

"Haha, no one dares to bet? I'll do it then."

Suddenly, a voice rang out. A slightly plump young man with a face full of sunshine stepped forward and immediately slammed his one million US dollar chip onto the "Small" side, chuckling, "Tsk tsk, I have a strong feeling this one is going to be small!"

"You kid?" Yang Yi looked at the newcomer and smiled helplessly. "Fatty, how have you only won a million? Damn, are you just afraid of that 'lose it all and strip naked' promise, too scared to go for the big stakes?"

"Uh, Brother Yi... this... well..." Lin Fatty looked somewhat embarrassed at Xuanyuan Bing and Feng Shi, who were quietly snickering nearby. He scratched his head. "Actually, it’s not the streaking I fear, but I’m afraid someone might actually turn me into a photo album that lasts for ten thousand generations, in that case..."

"Haha!" Yang Yi laughed heartily, shaking his head and ignoring him. He turned to the sweat-beaded dealer and called out, "Open it!"

"Place your bets, hands off the table..." The words barely escaped the dealer's mouth, sounding utterly lifeless. "Bastards, if he wins again, I'm probably finished for the day."

Seeing Yang Yi watching him with a smile full of malice, the dealer's foot seemed to twitch, clearly intending to kick something—most likely a cheating mechanism. But who was Yang Yi? And weren't the people around him anything but ordinary? Seeing his hesitant movements, one didn't need to use their imagination to guess what he was up to.

"Young Master!" Feng Shi murmured softly.

"Hehe, it’s fine, don't worry. We won't lose this round," Yang Yi said with a strange smile, using his mind-reading technique to see right through the dealer. He knew the dealer desperately wanted 'Big,' and the mechanism his foot was touching was set to result in a 'Big' outcome for the already shaken dice.

"Let me do it..." Xuanyuan Bing stated coldly in a voice so low only Yang Yi could hear.

Yang Yi turned and nodded to Xuanyuan Bing. In that very instant, a chilling cold permeated the air. Just as the dealer touched the mechanism and relaxed, a small mechanism under his right foot, set to trigger a 'Small' result, was bumped by a piece of ice that had materialized out of nowhere.

"Good, anyone else wishing to bet? Hurry up if you are, it's about to open!" The dealer took a deep breath, completely oblivious that the dice had already been turned over.

"..." The breathing of the assembled gamblers suddenly grew tight, their eyes glued to the iron canister holding the dice.

"Open!" As the dealer’s voice faded, he swiftly lifted the cover, professionally chanting, "Six, six, six—eighteen points... Small...!"

"Holy crap!"

"Oh, my god!"

"Ah, such bad luck!"

"Bastard, how could I be so idiotic as to not bet on this round?"

"Tsk tsk, Brother Yi, following you is definitely the right choice." Lin Fatty grinned wickedly, looking at the dice. "Eighteen points, Small! Is the thirty million doubled or just increased by one fold?"

"Damn, brother, how many years of elementary school did you finish?" a middle-aged man next to Lin Fatty asked.

"Uh, sorry, bro, I haven't even graduated from elementary school yet!" Lin Fatty replied with a smile.

"Sweat. See the number displayed on the light board? Here's how it works: every time the Player wins, the display doubles. It resets to zero after hitting thirty times. This brother has already broken past thirty times, so it resets and jumps to one-fold. This second round, that means double, so thirty million US dollars doubled, plus the principal, which equals ninety million US dollars," the middle-aged man explained very seriously and logically to Lin Fatty.

"Damn, that much?" Lin Fatty’s mouth dropped open. It truly was that much, because the initial stake was counted separately—a tactic the Century Grand Casino used best to attract gamblers.

Lin Fatty suddenly asked, "Brother, since you calculate everything so clearly, what is your line of work?"

"Hehe, well, I'm actually a small boss of a company."

"Holy cow!" Lin Fatty gave him a thumbs-up. "You're awesome! No wonder you're so good at counting every penny."

"You're too kind, too kind." The middle-aged man beamed at the praise from Lin Fatty, but at that very moment, his smile froze.

Lin Fatty questioned, "What's wrong?"

"Damn it, I regret this round! I actually didn't follow the bet!" the middle-aged man said, full of remorse.

"Haha!" Lin Fatty burst into loud laughter.

In this round of betting, it wasn't just the middle-aged man who regretted his decision; the rest of the gamblers felt it even more keenly. But perhaps the most regretful person of all was the man in the suit. He sighed, "Ah, damn it, how could I be so stupid? I bet everything on the last round, but this one... sigh!"

As the saying goes: It is timing, it is luck, it is fate. What is yours will always be yours; forcing what is not yours is useless.

"Is there any update from the Marquis’s side?" The dealer was practically beside himself and quickly whispered to the man in black behind him.

"The Marquis said earlier to let him gamble a few more rounds; I don't know the status," the man in black replied.

"Did that kid do anything tricky?" the dealer asked, voicing the doubt gnawing at him. He was certain he had hit the button for 'Big,' so how could it have resulted in 'Small'? This point made him suspect the young man across the table of foul play.

"No!"

"Go, report to the Marquis, tell him we’ve lost one hundred and twenty million US dollars." The dealer wiped cold sweat from his brow, then nodded toward the professional beauty beside him. "You may pay out now!"

"Yes!" The beauty maintained her professional smile. "Congratulations, sir, your chips have accumulated to ninety million... US dollars. And for this gentleman, three million US dollars!"

"Thank you," Yang Yi replied with a faint smile.

Just then, the man in black had relayed everything to the Marquis.

"You mean we've lost one hundred and twenty million US dollars?" Qin Hou frowned as he asked.

"Yes, the kid doesn't seem to have pulled any tricks!" The man in black dared not speak with absolute certainty, as in modern Huaxia, all sorts of strange things happened. Just looking at the Marquis beside him, he had witnessed extraordinary feats, and counting the true-or-false sorcerer next to him, strange occurrences were even more frequent.

Qin Hou stood up, moved away from his seat, and looked down towards the floor below. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, revealing a peculiar smile. "Snake, tell me, hasn't it been a while since we gambled?"

"What? Are you interested in challenging him?" Tian She lowered his wine glass and looked at Qin Hou questioningly.

"Hehe, you go prepare. I'll go take a look!" Qin Hou finished speaking and walked downstairs.

Consequently, Yang Yi, who had been smiling all along, patted Feng Shi, who was sitting on his lap, and whispered, "The good show is about to begin!"

"Mmm~~~!" Feng Shi cooed, secretly chiding in her heart, "Young Master is so naughty, picking that spot to pat, of all places..."

"Marquis!"

"Marquis!"

The moment Yang Yi stood up, respectful voices rang out continuously. Even the gamblers called out to him politely, showing just how much clout Qin Hou held at the Century Grand Casino.

"Hehe, everyone seems to be having a great time tonight, winning money everywhere! Poor me, I have to lose money to you all every day!" Qin Hou said with a jovial air as he approached the dealer. "You can step down now!"

"Yes, Marquis!" the dealer responded.

"This person is rather interesting," Yang Yi thought to himself.

"Marquis, you are too polite. It’s rare for anyone in the Century Grand Casino to win money from you!" a stout man called out jokingly to Qin Hou.

Qin Hou did not reply, offering only a smile before looking at Yang Yi. "This young brother has had an incredible run of luck tonight, winning ninety million US dollars in the blink of an eye. Congratulations!"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi smiled faintly. "May I ask what that means?"

"Winning money is cause for joy; having good luck is cause for congratulations!"

What a line: 'Winning money is cause for joy; having good luck is cause for congratulations.' Yang Yi inwardly praised him and then smiled. "This Young Master is visiting for the first time; may I ask your esteemed name?"

"I am Qin Hou. Everyone here affectionately calls me Marquis." Qin Hou smiled with hidden daggers in his eyes. Right now, he desperately wanted to engage Yang Yi in a gamble because he sensed a dangerous feeling he hadn't detected upstairs—this thrill was something he enjoyed, carrying the flavor of a genuine challenge.

"Oh, so you are the Marquis. Please excuse my unfamiliarity; this is my first time here," Yang Yi said with an appearance of 'sincerity.'

Watching the surprised looks on Lin Fatty and Xuanyuan Bing beside him, they simultaneously thought, This guy is really something, to elicit that expression from Brother Yi... Yi.

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