Make a Move

At that moment, everyone turned their eyes toward Chen Cheng.

A middle-aged man sitting beside him said with a smile:

"Young man, you've got some nerve, going this big right from the start. But do you know that if you lose this round, you'll be down hundreds of millions? Do you even have that much money?"

Chen Cheng merely shot him a glance.

"If you don't know how to speak, shut your mouth. I'm the God of Gamblers today—win every bet, you hear me?

If you want to verify my funds, I think you should verify the casino's first. Don't end up unable to pay me when the time comes."

Chen Cheng's words openly mocked the man, and his expression darkened.

"Good words cannot save a ghost bent on dying."

The next moment, Chen Cheng flicked a lump of booger right in front of him.

"Don't you know people come here for the thrill? With your timid, shrinking ways, what the hell are you even doing here?"

Then he waved a hand.

"I'm sick of this. Shut your stinking mouth.

Open the dice cup already. While my luck's hot, I still need to play another round."

Liu Ming looked at the others.

"Gentlemen, bets are final. The dice cup is about to be opened."

But Chen Cheng's all-in bet had instantly killed everyone else's interest in gambling. They all watched to see whether Chen Cheng would lose the shirt off his back.

Seeing that no one else had placed a bet, Liu Ming did not mind. He turned to Chen Cheng.

"Mr. Brown, have you truly decided to go all in? In my opinion, after switching tables, it would be better to start with smaller bets."

"Quit babbling and open it. Otherwise, I'll smash this whole place up."

Chen Cheng's