North of the Capital, Auspicious Snow; South, Fortune

In one of the rooms of this luxurious hotel club, a large number of surveillance devices had been installed. By now, nearly all of them were focused on a certain table on the basement floor.

Saying it had been watched from every angle, with no blind spots, would not be an exaggeration.

"A Jie, what do you think... Is this guy cheating?" The man speaking was under forty and was responsible for managing the businesses on the second basement floor.

The manager's brow was deeply furrowed. In a short time, the gambler at the table had already raked in more than a hundred million at the hall's gambling tables. And now, in this round, he had gone even further, betting everything in one shot.

"No... Absolutely not." A Jie was a man in his early thirties.

A Jie himself was a professional gambler with a somewhat legendary reputation. Later, the group behind the hotel had taken notice of him and hired him as a casino technical consultant—in other words, his job was specifically to catch gamblers trying to fish in troubled waters at the casino.

"No?" The middle-aged manager's brow furrowed even more. "He hasn't lost once? That's impossible!"

By now, even A Jie was growing uncertain. His gaze filled with concern, and he said with tightly knitted brows, "To be honest, I really don't think he's cheating. My eyes can't be wrong... Look, we've even used slow motion, but we still haven't found the slightest abnormality. Unless his hands are faster than the camera, but that's impossible. Perhaps he's simply the kind of person blessed with incredible luck."

"Incredible luck... Just relying on luck?" The manager was astonished, clearly unwilling to accept such an explanation. No matter how lucky someone was, they could not win every single time.

"Exactly.