He's a Cheater!

The next day.

Wang Haoran, cruising around in his Cullinan, received an important update from the detective agency regarding Chu Bai's whereabouts.

Chu Bai had entered an underground casino.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Upon hearing this news, Wang Haoran wasn't surprised.

Having read countless web novels, Wang Haoran knew that protagonists with X-ray Vision Ability usually made quick money in two ways.

One was gambling on stones, and the other was gambling on cards.

Qingling City had no stone gambling venues; to do that, one generally had to travel far away.

Too much trouble.

Wang Haoran directly told his driver to head to the underground casino.

About fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the destination.

By his estimate, Chu Bai had already been gambling for a little while.

But Wang Haoran wasn't in a rush.

Chu Bai came from a poor family, so his starting capital was definitely limited. With little money to begin with, winning thirty thousand would take some time.

Besides, as the protagonist, Chu Bai wasn't a genius, but he wasn't an idiot either. Even if he could win thirty thousand quickly, he wouldn't do it—it would draw too much attention.

Wang Haoran entered the underground casino and walked up to the chip exchange counter.

A busty young woman in revealing attire asked:

"Handsome, how many chips would you like to exchange?"

"Five hundred thousand."

"F-Five hundred thousand? Are you sure?"

The young woman froze.

This underground casino wasn't large; a customer exchanging fifty thousand chips was already considered a big spender.

Someone exchanging five hundred thousand at once? She'd never seen that before.

"Swipe the card. The PIN is six sixes."

Wang Haoran didn't waste words and handed over his card directly.

The young woman gave it a try, operating the machine.

The transaction went through.

For real?

Delighted, the young woman had a colleague take over her window while she stepped out to warmly receive Wang Haoran.

A customer exchanging five hundred thousand chips in one go—this was a super VIP!

And judging by his clothes, he was probably some rich young master new to the scene.

A fat sheep ripe for the shearing!

"Handsome, what would you like to play? I can introduce you to the options." The young woman was burning with enthusiasm, leaning in as if boneless, her whole body angling toward Wang Haoran.

But before she could touch him, Wang Haoran sidestepped.

The look in his eyes was clearly one of disdain.

The young woman froze for a moment, then straightened up.

"I don't like the games you have here. I want to gamble my way—five hundred thousand chips, one round, winner takes all." Wang Haoran said.

"Handsome, this is a small place. Playing for that much... I don't think any gambler here would take that bet." The young woman was stunned.

"Go ask your boss if he's interested."

The young woman immediately went to relay the message.

A few minutes later, she returned and led Wang Haoran to a private card room.

Beside the gambling table sat a man with a thick beard and a long scar across his left cheek—clearly not someone to mess with.

"Friend, I'll take the bet. How do you want to play?" The scarface man squinted at Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran had someone bring over a fresh deck of cards.

"Three Card Poker. But we'll each draw just one card. Whoever has the higher card wins."

This way, unless someone cheated, it was purely a game of luck.

The scarface man gave Wang Haoran a long, hard look. After hesitating for a good while, he finally said, "Fine."

After the cards were shuffled, Wang Haoran and the scarface man each drew a card.

Wang Haoran remained calm and composed, not bothering to look at his card right away.

The scarred man kept a steady face on the outside, but inside, he was actually quite nervous.

He had run the casino for many years and gambled plenty of times himself, but this was the first time he'd played a hand this big.

The Scarred Man carefully flipped his cards. When he saw a red heart Ace, he nearly jumped out of his seat with joy.

For Wang Haoran to win, his card would have to be the Ace of Spades.

But the odds of that were far too slim.

"Your turn to show your cards. I don't believe you've got the Ace of Spades!" the Scarred Man said.

Wang Haoran lifted the corner of his card for a peek, and his expression turned a bit odd.

He hadn't expected his luck to be this good.

Too bad he wasn't here to win money.

"Looks like my luck fell short. You win." Wang Haoran didn't reveal his hand, pretending to be annoyed as he tossed the card back into the deck.

Losing five hundred thousand in one go didn't faze him.

It was just pocket money anyway.

He still had over three hundred thousand left in his account.

If he ran out, he'd just give his cheap parents a call.

Within moments, another million in allowance would hit his account.

Across from him.

The Scarred Man finally let out a full sigh of relief, thrilled at having pocketed five hundred thousand in one shot.

"Friend, with stakes that high, I thought for a second you were a card sharp here to cause trouble."

"I'm no card sharp, but I did spot one sneaking into your place." Wang Haoran seized the opening and steered the conversation toward his real goal.

That was his true purpose.

Losing five hundred thousand was just a way to build a bit of goodwill and familiarity.

This way, talking would be easier.

"In my establishment, anyone caught cheating loses a hand. Who's this card sharp? Once I drag him out, I won't let him off easy." The Scarface Man's voice dripped with menace.

"You've got surveillance here, right?"

"Of course, that's standard."

"Mind showing me the way?"

Soon, the Scarface Man led Wang Haoran to a monitoring room.

The room was filled with dozens of high-definition feeds from the casino, covering every table and every gambler.

Whenever a game was in progress, someone was always watching the screens.

One, to prevent trouble, and two, to guard against cheating.

For a casino owner, reputation was everything.

Cheats were utterly despised.

"There he is."

Wang Haoran spotted Chu Bai on one of the monitors.

He was at a big-small betting table.

"Rewind the footage and check for anything off," the Scarface Man ordered.

The staff in the monitoring room went through the footage frame by frame but found no trace of cheating.

"Friend, this guy you pointed out seems clean," the Scarface Man said with a frown.

"He's a top-tier card sharp's personal disciple. His cheating technique is so slick that even if you stood right next to him and stared, you wouldn't catch it, let alone on a monitor." Wang Haoran spun his tale.

"Have someone check his starting bankroll when he came in and how much he's won now." Wang Haoran offered a suggestion.

The Scarface Man ordered an immediate check, and word came back quickly.

When Chu Bai arrived, he exchanged chips worth twelve hundred. He'd played at five tables, but always stuck to big-small, and had gone through about nineteen rounds.

His record was ten wins and nine losses.

The numbers looked perfectly normal.

To avoid drawing attention, Chu Bai had indeed been cautious.

But some things couldn't be hidden no matter how careful you were.

He'd won sixteen thousand!

A mediocre record, yet he'd raked in that much money.

Clearly, he was winning big and losing small.

"This kid's luck is just too good?" the Scarface Man muttered in suspicion.

Gambling luck was a strange thing—sometimes a player hit a hot streak and raked in the cash.

Scarface Man had seen this kind of situation before.

"His luck is good, and I'd guess it'll keep being good until he's won at least thirty thousand," Wang Haoran said casually.

"What do you mean by that?" Scarface Man asked, puzzled.

"I've heard that many cheats set rules for themselves to avoid risk, and I happen to know his rules." Wang Haoran noticed Scarface Man's brow furrowing tighter and knew it was time. He made a show of checking his watch and continued:

"Last time I was playing at another joint, I happened to spot that cheat. Seeing him here today, I just mentioned it offhand. It's got nothing to do with me.

I've got things to do, so I'll head out. I'll come back another time to play."

With that, ignoring Scarface Man's follow-up questions, he left the casino directly.

After Wang Haoran left, Scarface Man had someone keep an eye on Chu Bai.

Sure enough, just as Wang Haoran had said, Chu Bai's luck was excellent. His chips kept growing until he'd won about thirty-five thousand, then he finally stopped.

Definitely a cheat!

"Security at the door, stop that little punk in the white T-shirt with the buzz cut!"

Scarface Man barked orders into his walkie-talkie to his underlings.