The Red Dragon Descends on the Casino

The moment the tomboy entered the second-floor hall, quite a few people seemed to have taken her for easy prey.

But after playing a couple of rounds with her, the gamblers only felt their scalps tingle. They could not figure out what trick the youngster in front of them had used.

However, anyone who could enter the second floor was unlikely to be short of money. The people here were either wealthy and influential or highly skilled gamblers.

"This feels like she's relying entirely on luck." A gambler stared blankly at the tomboy.

Normally, a person's luck rose and fell. No one could keep winning forever, yet this youngster could win no matter what she played.

The news quickly reached Mr. Buwell.

As a veteran gambling master, Buwell did not believe anyone's luck could remain good forever. She had to be using some more sophisticated technique, one that most people could not detect.

With that suspicion in mind, Buwell went to the casino's second floor. It had been a long time since he had encountered an evenly matched opponent.

"I want a round with you." Buwell sat down across from the tomboy.

The others whom the tomboy had defeated also gathered around. After all, Buwell had not seriously gambled in a very long time.

"Sure. What are we playing?" The tomboy accepted all challengers.

"The simplest game. The dealer gives each of us three cards, and we compare hands."

Neither side would touch the cards. After the deck was shuffled and three cards were dealt to each person, they would begin betting without either side seeing their cards.

A deck always had high cards and low cards. If they kept dealing in sequence, there would eventually be winners and losers. If this person made any move or used magic, she