Upstairs

The young woman running the table was startled by his voice, and the hand shaking the dice cup trembled.

Chen Cheng might have won only 7,500 in the first round, but his starting capital had been just fifty.

If he won another two rounds—no, even one more round—Brother Hui could drag her out and sink her in the river.

Rumble, rumble—the dice rolled and clattered endlessly inside the cup. At last, with a smack, she set it down.

"No more bets."

A smug smile appeared on Chen Cheng's face again as he looked at the young woman running the table.

"Never thought my luck would be this good today. This Gambling God is still going all-in on triple ones."

With that, Chen Cheng pushed his chips onto triple ones, with its 150-to-1 payout.

The others stopped placing their bets and all looked toward the dice cup in the young woman's hand.

Because if Chen Cheng won again this round, he would walk away with over a million.

"Open! Open! Open..."

At once, the other gamblers at the table began shouting. They all wanted to see whether this man who had started with fifty yuan could really win over a million.

Yet beneath the dealer's table, where no one could see, the young woman kicked the edge of the table with her black-stockinged high heel. Then she shouted:

"No more bets. Open!"

The moment the dice cup was lifted, three dice with one pip facing up were revealed inside.

The other gamblers immediately erupted in cheers.

"Triple ones! Small! This little brother gets 150-to-1—he's won 1.125 million in one go!"

The gamblers at the table instantly went mad.

The young woman running the table, however, went deathly pale. She had clearly triggered the mechanism; the dice should have shown four, five,