In order to swallow more "big fish" like Tuanzi and Little Lion, the casino had put a great deal of thought into its schemes.
They had specially bred a type of insect sensitive to vibrations and implanted them inside specially made dice.
After undergoing special training, these insects could wriggle their bodies according to the specific frequency and rhythm of the dealer's fingers tapping the cover.
This changed the number facing upward on the dice, allowing them to secretly control the entire game.
At this moment, beneath Jiang Ping An's World Eye, the die under the cover showed "two."
But he knew that as soon as he placed his chips on "small," the insect inside would immediately receive the dealer's signal and flip the die to a "big" number.
No matter how he bet, the final result had long been under the dealer's control. He was destined to lose.
Nine out of ten gamblers lost. The only one who never lost was the casino that sat as the dealer.
Expressionless, Jiang Ping An picked up the remaining thirty-two golden chips before him. Without the slightest hesitation, he tossed them all onto the table.
This time, he did not choose to bet on "big" or "small." Instead, he threw all his chips into the square marked with the specific number two.
Betting on a specific number had extremely high odds, offering a fivefold return.
If he won, those thirty-two chips would become one hundred and sixty.
However, the chance of winning was pitifully low—only one in six.
Seeing this, everyone around the table froze, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
"Why did this senior suddenly switch to betting on a number? And he put down all his chips!"
"Is Senior... done playing? Is he planning to decide victory and defeat