181 High-Stakes Gamble

"Someone bet 400,000 on a number!"

"Another 500,000 on red!"

Carl's extravagant wagers drew the attention of those nearby. For gamblers who lived among betting tables, excitement was always the most irresistible thing.

The surrounding gamblers stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look over. A few well-dressed guests even set down their drinks and came over to watch the high-stakes gamble with interest.

The mechanical dealer's electronic eyes flashed an unusual red. It seemed to be calculating the abnormality of this game as well. Barghest security personnel unconsciously stepped forward, their fingers already resting on their gun safeties.

The casino security staff maintained professional restraint. They were not about to take action against any guest, but years of training had conditioned them to enter a state of high alert.

With stakes of this scale, any possible emergency had to be guarded against in advance—guests who won enormous amounts of chips might become targets, while gamblers who lost everything were even more likely to do something extreme.

In the surveillance room, the casino supervisor narrowed his eyes and lightly tapped the console, silently mobilizing more armed personnel to stand by.

In this city where money reigned supreme, wealth could indeed buy the most extreme sensory thrills, but it could never buy sound judgment. At this moment, the roulette table was steeped in a typical atmosphere of irrational frenzy.

Under the real-time monitoring of Barghest technicians, the mechanical security system completed a full self-check and confirmed that neither the gaming table equipment nor the dealer program had been tampered with by any outside force.

As the casino of Gemini Sapphire Tower, controlled by Hansen, its reputation was indeed far better than those low-class underground gambling dens on the streets. This was not merely reflected in its luxurious decor,