Chapter 763: Chapter 763

"Just two more times, and I can break even," Ding Fan said blandly as he looked at the chips in front of him.

At this time, the dealer beside him glanced at Ding Fan.

Having won six times in a row, some people around Ding Fan had even started to bet along with him, it would be strange if the dealer didn't pay attention to Ding Fan.

Zhang Liang, who was well-versed in the ways of the casino, now had a slight smile playing on his lips; he knew the time for Ding Fan to lose money was approaching.

These dealers are the best at grasping people's psychology, often giving you a taste of sweet victory, and then ruthlessly taking it all back. Hadn't Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue just lost two hundred thousand because of this?

With Ding Fan being in the spotlight, it meant that the dealer had already fattened him up sufficiently. Since he had been fed enough, what remained was to wait and close the net.

Clatter, clatter... The dealer now steadied the shaking dice cup, placing it on the table.

"No more bets!" the dealer announced loudly.

Many people at this moment were looking to Ding Fan for guidance.

There's a rule at the gambling table called "following the trend," which means that people tend to place their bets according to who has the hot hand.

After Ding Fan had hit six times in a row, quite a few people wanted to follow his lead.

By now, Ding Fan had amassed seventy-two thousand chips. In his previous bets, he had always gone all in, but this time he kept back ten thousand and threw the remaining sixty-two thousand into the bet for "big."

"Still betting on big? It has already come up 'big' seven times in a row, how could it possibly still be 'big'..."

Some of those around him who were following the trend hesitated upon seeing Ding Fan bet on 'big' again. After all, according to probability theory, the chances of continuously hitting 'big' were incredibly small...

If it came up 'big' this time, that would be eight consecutive hits, a probability so miniscule it could hardly get any lower.

At that moment, some began switching their chips to bet on 'small.'

"Young man, you're bound to lose this time, there's no way it will be 'big' eight times in a row," said a bald man in a suit earnestly to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan merely smiled and did not speak.

Nevertheless, there were still a good number of people following Ding Fan's lead, placing their bets on 'big.'

Seeing that everyone had placed their bets, the dealer reached out to open the dice cup.

This time, as the dealer opened the dice cup, Ding Fan distinctly felt a surge of Inner Strength fluctuating the dice underneath the cup.

The original numbers on the dice were four, four, five—a 'big'! But after that person used their Inner Strength to affect it, the dice under the cup changed to four, four, one—a 'small'...

The other party was playing tricks. However, their skill was so refined that nobody present could detect it.

Ding Fan, without leaving a trace, sent a wave of True Qi directly over it.

The dice that had been tampered with instantly flipped back to a five.

"Four, four... five, thirteen points... big!" The dealer, as he removed the top of the dice cup, slightly furrowed his brows, visibly perplexed. He was certain he had altered the dice, so how could it still be 'big'?

The dealer's skill in controlling the dice was his bread and butter, and at the gambling table, he had never missed a beat.

And now, even he was somewhat baffled, sure that what he had changed was supposed to be 'small,' but now it turned out to be 'big' again...

"That's ******** unscientific..."

"It must be haunted, eight consecutive times 'big'..."

The surrounding people, seeing that 'big' had come out again, grumbled with dissatisfaction among those who hadn't bet on 'big.'

By that time, the dealer had already paid out the winnings to Ding Fan.

Seven hits in a row! Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩

This last time, Ding Fan had bet sixty-two thousand, and according to the odds, he directly won a total of one hundred twenty-four thousand. Adding the ten thousand he still had in his hand, Ding Fan now had a total of one hundred thirty-four thousand.

At this moment, Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue looked at Ding Fan with admiration in their eyes. This was simply too fierce.

Seven hits in a row! And every single time it had been 'big.'

The probability of this was unbelievably small.

"Xiao Lee, go take care of that side, I'll handle this here," said a middle-aged man as he walked over at that moment.

Zhang Liang who saw the middle-aged man stepping forward was taken aback with covert astonishment.

Others might not know the background of this middle-aged man, but Zhang Liang did.

The man's name was Fei Yin. He was the head of all the dealers in the casino.

Fei Yin, known as the Shadowless Hand, was incredibly fast with his hands. It was said he could retrieve a hundred sewing needles from a basin filled with soapy water in a minute.

Because of this, Fei Yin had quite a reputation in the industry.

Zhang Liang had not expected that Fei Yin would personally intervene in a game that was only about a hundred thousand.

The last time Fei Yin had dealt personally was during the Gambling King's showdown a year ago. Since then, indeed, nobody had seen Fei Yin play.

Seeing Fei Yin coming forward, the dealer called Xiao Lee dutifully retreated.

Fei Yin then leisurely picked up the dice cup, gave it a slight shake, and promptly planted it firmly on the table.

"Please place your bets."

Ding Fan did not rush to bet this time but rather sized up this newcomer, Fei Yin.

Fei Yin appeared to be in his forties, with a calm expression that revealed no overt emotions. What drew Ding Fan's attention, however, was that Fei Yin exuded an aura similar to that of Old Crooked.

In other words, Fei Yin was one of the people from the Thirteen Gates.

"Please place your bets..." Fei Yin said to Ding Fan at his side.

Ding Fan didn't waste words at this moment. He directly took out ten thousand from the gambling table. Then, Ding Fan placed the ten thousand in chips beside himself.

Immediately after, Ding Fan pushed all one hundred and twenty-four thousand in chips into the box marked "big."

"If I win this time, I'll break even, bet it all on big!" Ding Fan said nonchalantly.

As soon as Ding Fan finished speaking, some people who followed his lead started to place their chips on big as well.

Witnessing this, Zhang Liang shook his head slightly.

How formidable Fei Yin is. He specializes in dealing cards for the Poison King Sect; his intervention clearly targeted Ding Fan. That Ding Fan still dared to bet big at this moment was almost akin to throwing his life away.

"This round, I'll join in the fun as well, I bet one million on small." At this point, Zhang Liang wrote out a check and threw it into the box marked "small."

Zhang Liang had already concluded that with Fei Yin in play, Ding Fan was bound to lose. In this game of big and small, if it wasn't big, it had to be small. If Ding Fan was indeed to lose, then it must inevitably be small that wins.

Fei Yin declared this and nonchalantly reached to open the dice cup. However, when his hand touched the dice cup, Fei Yin's expression became serious.

Fei Yin had clearly shaken out triple threes, a killer roll.

But now, the numbers inside the dice cup had changed to four-four-five, a high roll.

At this moment, Fei Yin looked up at Ding Fan across from him. Clearly, he had begun to suspect Ding Fan.

"Why haven't you opened the cup yet?" Ding Fan said from the side.

"Yeah, why haven't you opened it!" The crowd around, seeing Fei Yin hesitate, started to echo the chant impatiently.

Fei Yin chuckled. Then, as he proceeded to open the dice cup, he injected a trace of inner strength once again.

However, as soon as the inner strength was injected, Fei Yin frowned, as he could distinctly feel that he was unable to control the rotation of the dice with his inner strength.

Fei Yin had been a dealer for many years and had mastered the art of rolling dice to perfection. An occurrence like today's, where he lost control over the dice, was a first for him.

Just as Fei Yin was about to lift the dice cup, Ding Fan tossed that ten thousand in chips onto the number thirteen.

Many people, apart from betting on big and small, would toss some chips on specific numbers as well, so no one found it unusual.

"Open..." Fei Yin lifted the dice cup.

"Fuck! Another big, nine times in a row now!" Before Fei Yin could announce the number, someone had already cried out in surprise.

"Big again! This guy has hit the jackpot..."

Many envious glances were thrown at Ding Fan, who had staked one hundred and twenty-four thousand. After this win, his chips directly doubled to two hundred and forty-eight thousand!

Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue, the two women beside him, were practically in shock.

Ding Fan had worked his way up from a thousand in chips to the current amount, all under the watchful eyes of the two women. A thousand turned into two hundred and forty-eight thousand!

Fei Yin's complexion was extremely ugly at this moment. But now, he couldn't say anything. He couldn't admit, "I originally had triple threes, and you changed it to four-four-five..."

To do so would be telling everyone that he himself had cheated.

"Huh? Who placed ten thousand on thirteen?" Just as Fei Yin was baffled about how Ding Fan had changed the dice numbers, someone noticed the chips laid on number thirteen.

The dice that were rolled had indeed landed on thirteen.

Someone had made the correct call on the number. You should know, getting the exact number means a thirty-two times payout. Simply put, a ten thousand bet would net a three hundred and twenty thousand payout!

"I made that bet." Ding Fan raised his hand and declared.

"Little Gambling God..."

The crowd looked towards Ding Fan; getting the dice number right was a very slim chance, and not many could predict it right.

It was almost as rare as winning the lottery.

"Wow... Brother Fan, you've just made over five hundred thousand..." Hao Jie was also stunned and could hardly believe it.

He'd won over half a million in one go, which was quite a substantial sum for this casino.

Seeing the chips in front of Ding Fan, Du Lei blinked continuously. One thousand turned into five hundred thousand within less than half an hour. That was just too ferocious.

Zhang Liang lost a million and was in pain.

Fei Yin was a master of gambling, a Rank talent, and yet, even he had fallen to Ding Fan...

Although Zhang Liang wasn't short of that million, the loss still hurt.

That was a million after all...

At this time, Fei Yin paid out the chips to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan's pile of chips had now become a small mountain. It's worth noting that before this, Ding Fan only had a single thousand-chip.

After collecting the chips, Ding Fan decided not to continue playing. He called over a server and asked for three large trays. Ding Fan, Qin Manshu, and Zhang Wanyue, the trio carrying three trays full of chips, went to the counter to exchange them.

After cashing in over half a million, Ding Fan directly gave Zhang Wanyue two hundred thousand, and the rest was all given to Qin Manshu.

Ding Fan was not particularly attached to money. In his view, the value of a single Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass was worth more than the fifty thousand.

After exchanging the chips, the three of them returned to the deck again.

Because Ding Fan had helped them win back the principal, the expressions on the faces of Zhang Wanyue and Qin Manshu were once again cheerful. The two young women chattered away, though about what, one couldn't tell...

However, Ding Fan was far from relaxed; he kept his Divine Sense locked onto Fei Yin.

Having made Fei Yin suffer such a big secret loss, Ding Fan knew he wouldn't let it go so easily...