23 God of Gambling!!!

Jamil and his lackeys were watching Ray with a face full of envy. They wished that the one who had won the money was not Ray but them.

"What does that brat Ray have to deserve being envied, huh? He is just a pickle seller. With his problem with the local street gang, not only would he fail to prosper in business, he would also face endless problems from the gang in the future. Don't tell me that you think these 20,000 game coins could let him eat and drink for a lifetime?" Jamil stared at his two followers and spoke out of disdain.

Jamil didn't notice that he was talking with a voice mixed with a sour taste. His sorry and jealous state could be felt from a distance away.

Although Ray also noticed Jamil and the other two's presence, and even heard that they were talking about him; however, Ray didn't put their words in his heart, since he simply didn't have time to pay attention to them.

A few minutes later, Ray's vision locked to another slot machine inside the Game Centre.

Judging from this slot machine's rules to win the prize money, it would need to swallow at least another 69 game coins before it can spit out game coins. But Ray had long calculated the odds of this slot machine would give.

"69 game coins in exchange for 5,000 game coins, this seems to be a quite a worthwhile transaction." Ray murmured and then unhurriedly stood behind the slot machine's line.

If Ray had just entered the Game Center, he would be reluctant to spend 69 game coins to play slot machines, but he had won 28,000 game coins today and then received more than 3,000 game coins, so he simply didn't care about these 69 game coins.

Since Ray's action had stirred up the Game center and attracted a lot of people's attention, it made many people subconsciously encircle around Ray when he began inserting game coins again; even his opposition trio were no exception.

Regarding the onlookers who were standing in a circle and watching, never once did Ray care about them. He just slowly filled the game coins into the slot machine in front of everyone, and then pressed the spin button.

At first, everyone also had wild expectations from Ray, since they thought that because Ray could win twice, and then he would be sure to win the third time.

But when everyone saw Ray continuously insert coins into the slot machine for 20 times, and didn't hear nor see any sounds, the onlookers gradually scattered.

"I thought a 'God of Gambling' came here, but I didn't expect he was also trying his own luck."

"It's because we were thinking too much, playing slot machines is, of course, dependent on luck. How the hell could it depend on skills to win? Otherwise, the owner would suffer from extreme loss, not that I mind, hehehe."

"Bah, pretending to be so unpredictable, as if he's like the 'God of Gambling's' reincarnation. damn, I really wasted my feelings in vain."

Upon hearing the incoming comments, voices, and complaints in his ear, Ray slightly made a long face as if he wanted to hide the discomfort even though his inner face exposed a trace of a shrewd smiling expression, because this was precisely the effect that he wanted.

He knew that amongst those onlookers that stood around watching him, not only were real onlookers there, but several employees from the Game Center must also be mixed in amongst them. And they obviously wanted to watch as to how he used his tricks to hit the jackpot.

It's funny how they thought that they could catch him cheating. If Ray wanted, he could manipulate some strings using his power as that would be most clean and less troublesome way to win money. But now he is using his superior brainpower to calculate the outcome which is really taxing to some degree but that keeps some thrill in the game. Otherwise, if he cheats, nobody can stop him from doing so.

Along with Ray's repeatedly losing game coins, nobody suspected anything about Ray's jackpot winning.

But this fact also made Ray alarmed, this Game Center was obviously not like how its owner had shown the generosity on the surface. On the contrary, this Game Center was very greedy and narrow-minded, and it seemed that the Game Center's background was even more complicated.

When Ray had inserted 74 game coins into the slot machine, it finally exuded pleasant cheers, and then a large number of game coins sprayed out.

"What the hell, it couldn't be, right? He hit the jackpot again?"

"How could he be so awesome? He couldn't be really the 'God of Gambling' , right?"

"If we also count the baldy who won the prize money before, this dude has hit the jackpot for 3 times today, this luck is way too ridiculous!"

After Ray hit the jackpot, the previously scattered crowd once again flocked to his side and looked at him with burning hot eyes.

It had to be said that only Ray's first jackpot was nothing but his impressive calculation, then Ray's help for the baldy to hit the jackpot could be called as a pure coincidence. But Ray's third jackpot's definitely couldn't be explained as only luck and coincidence.

"Eldest Brother, you are my Eldest Brother. Can you teach me how to play the slot machines?" When Ray was cleaning up the game coins leisurely, the baldy suddenly squeezed out from the crowd and grabbed Ray's arm as he began to beg excitedly.

Previously, when Ray was on that slot machine, this baldy only grabbed dozens of game coins and had long spent all of it, then he suddenly saw that Ray won again. This baldy started to see Ray just like a celestial being, and immediately pestered Ray without hesitation.

Regarding this baldy's brazen and familiar behavior, Ray subconsciously knitted his brows and was slightly regretting helping that baldy before.

But Ray also quite appreciated this baldy's fervent and frank attitude, so he didn't make things difficult for him and instead joked and teased him, "Ah, the gambling house certainly will lose its brilliant light because of your baldness, my dear bro. If you can keep your hair, you will be able to win too."

Having finished his words, he didn't wait for the baldy for the answer. Ray got up and left.