The wind sweeps through the willows

That is to say, if this hand really gets a triple 2.

My ten thousand yuan would turn into a million.

But the probability of this happening is really low.

My betting strategy also attracted other gamblers around me.

Of course, the way they look at me still resembles how one would look at a delusional fool.

"Place your bets!"

The dealer shouted.

Then, I saw him slightly tilt his body.

I knew he was preparing to cheat.

He wanted to use his knee to press the remote control under the gambling table.

Suddenly, the dealer's face changed dramatically, and his brows furrowed.

His gaze immediately shifted to a man outside the crowd.

Although I didn't turn around, I could guess that this man must be the hidden light or the person in charge of the casino.

As for how they communicated with each other through eye contact, I didn't care.

My eyes were always fixed on the gambling table, on that black dice cup.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Some impatient gamblers couldn't help but urge as the dealer delayed opening the dice cup.

The dealer's expression became even more unpleasant.

He glanced at me, his trembling hand slowly placed on the dice cup.

But he seemed still unwilling.

In that moment of opening, he still tried with his leg under the table.

But once again, he was disappointed.

"Open it!"

A man's voice came from behind.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

He wasn't a gambler, but a casino staff member.

Only then did the dealer slowly open the dice cup.

Ah?

A chorus of astonishment erupted in the room.

Under the dice cup, three dice were neatly lying inside.

And the number on all three dice was the same.

2!

Triple 2!

I won my bet!

The gaze inside the casino once again focused on me.

The way everyone looked at me was different from before.

There was envy, admiration, and above all, admiration.

Su Mei happily placed her hands on my shoulders.

She was excited like a child.

"We won, on the sixth day, we won!"

I knew we had won.

I also knew that the dealer's remote control device no longer worked.

And all of this was done by me.

When I placed my bet, I forcefully pressed my foot against the sensor.

The sensor was small, delicate, and highly sensitive.

With one press, it malfunctioned instantly.

That's why the dealer's face changed dramatically.

Because he realized the remote control wasn't working.

As for hitting the triple 2, it relied on my hearing.

Even in the face of strong headwinds, I could locate the sound.

This was the enlightenment of Sixth Master over thirteen years.

He once said, "If you can't do this,

you can never step onto the dice table."

The dealer stared at me for a while before coldly saying,

"Brother, you're playing big!"

He emphasized the word "big."

It was a warning and a threat.

After all, I had broken his remote control device.

Before I could say anything, Su Mei immediately spoke from behind me,

"What 'big'? Hurry up and compensate us with chips..."

The dealer's face turned gloomy, and he remained silent.

And the chips on the table were not enough to compensate me.

Then, a man walked up to the gambling table, holding ten golden chips worth a hundred thousand each.

He looked at me and hoarsely said,

"Sir, you have good luck. These chips are the compensation for you..."

The man was in his thirties, and although his tone was polite,

his gaze was sinister.

Moreover, he was very thin, almost emaciated.

His hands were like bamboo sticks, with only skin wrapped around the bones.

"Now it's my turn to manage this table. Sir, do you mind changing the dealer?"

Changing dealers is a common occurrence in a casino.

There's no need to inform the gamblers.

But he asked me because he had discovered that I was a cheat.

As he spoke, the thin man replaced the dice with a new set.

He placed them on the table and made a gesture to everyone.

"Please inspect the dice. If you have any objections, you can smash them to check. If they pass inspection, you'll need to pay for the dice!"

Some gamblers went up and pretended to examine the dice.

Even if there were issues, these fools wouldn't be able to tell.

Seeing that no one else was inspecting, the man looked at me and asked:

"Sir, won't you inspect them?"

I shook my head.

I didn't need to inspect.

When he shook the dice, I could tell by the sound whether they were rigged or not.

Cheating dice and normal dice make different sounds.

Even the sound they make when each face hits the ground has subtle differences.

For example, the sound of a one is purer because there's only one red dot.

On the other hand, the sound of a six is sharper because there are six small dots.

Seeing that I didn't move, the man picked up the dice cup.

With a swoosh, three dice were immediately collected inside the cup by the thin man.

His movements were quick and elegant.

He used a technique called "Wind Sweeping the Willow" in the art of cheating.

While it seemed like he was casually collecting the dice, he was actually arranging their numbers in the process.

This was done to ensure that he could roll the desired numbers.

It was evident that this man was a dice-playing expert.

During his shaking, he occasionally used his nails to scrape against the dice cup.

He intended to disrupt the listener's judgment with this piercing sound.

Of course, the premise was that the other person would actually listen for the dice.

And he had already concluded that I would listen.

The dice cup flipped up and down in his hands, while his gaze remained fixed on me. His technique changed intermittently along with the shaking of the dice cup.

With a snap, the dice cup landed on the table. The skinny man made a gesture of invitation to the crowd.

"Place your bets!"

However, no one at the gambling table moved. Everyone's gaze was fixed on me. Everyone wanted to know if I would place a bet and what it would be.

Casually, I played with the golden chips in my hand without placing a bet.

Seeing my inaction, the skinny man spoke up.

"Sir, why aren't you betting?"

I remained silent.

"Are you afraid that your good luck will come to an end and dare not bet anymore?"

He emphasized the word "end" deliberately, as if reminding me that even if I had sabotaged their remote control device.

But I knew that it was impossible for me to win against him.

Normally, if a casino operator's cheating was discovered, they would try to appease me honestly to avoid any outcry that could ruin their business.

But unexpectedly, this skinny man was very arrogant.

In his words, he kept provoking me.

"You can bet, but I have a condition..."

I said lightly.

"Go on..."

"Remove the betting limit!"

In order to maintain balance and attract individual players, casinos often impose limits on the bets at regular tables. High-stakes tables are usually reserved for VIP rooms.

"How much do you want to bet?"

The skinny man asked me.

"One million, all in. Do you accept?"

My words made the skinny man burst into laughter. However, his laughter was filled with disdainful mockery.

"Sure, it's a bit small, can you add more!"

The skinny man was extremely confident in his dice skills.

I shook my head.

"I only have this one million, I can't add more!"

The skinny man's gaze turned more sinister.

He stared at my hands and coldly said,

"No money? No problem, I can add your hands!"

One sentence.

Causing everyone present to gasp in shock.

And I couldn't help but furrow my brows.

This wasn't a showdown between cheaters.

Just an ordinary gamble.

But there was something strange about this casino.

They cheated in advance, even though I had ruined his remote control device.

He shouldn't be so aggressive.

Could it be that this casino wasn't afraid of me exposing their cheating on the clients?

Before I could speak, Suma, who was standing behind me, immediately spoke up.

"What are we gambling with hands for? We're not gambling, we're gambling with this one million! Just say whether you accept it or not..."

The skinny man sneered disdainfully.

"Accepted, place your bet!"

I placed ten golden chips with a face value of one hundred thousand each on "big".

"Lock it in, are you sure you're going big?"

The skinny man's face darkened as he asked with a cunning tone.

I didn't answer.

I don't like to waste words.

Especially not with people like him.

"Well then, let's get started!"

Saying that, the skinny man was about to open the dice cup.

"Hold on!"

I suddenly said.

The skinny man looked up at me.

"What's the matter, want to increase the bet?"

I shook my head.

"I want someone else to roll the dice for this round!"

The skinny man's face changed, and he asked in return,

"Why?"

"Because I dislike you!"

(End of chapter)