As Andrew gambled, he quietly stuck small items beneath the gaming table and in other concealed spots.
Sylvia was astonished that Andrew kept winning. She asked softly, "Will, how did you do it? How are you winning every time?"
Sylvia was not the only one with that question. Everyone else had it too. Many people stared at Andrew in amazement, calling him Lucky Kid.
Winning nonstop was a kind of luck. Landing a rich young lady like Sylvia was also a kind of luck.
"You know? There's a cicada called the Eighteen-Year Cicada. It stays buried underground for seventeen years just to sing for eighteen days."
Andrew replied, "I, Will, have lived for twenty-seven years just for this day. Today, gods stand in my way, I kill gods; Buddhas stand in my way, I kill Buddhas. No one can stop me from winning money. Please call me the God of Gamblers."
After saying that, Andrew slicked back his hair with both hands, turning it into a pompadour, then popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
Too bad there was no background music, or it would have been perfect.
Sylvia did not understand why Andrew was eating chocolate and styling his hair into a pompadour. She mocked, "By your logic, wouldn't any old man dragged out of the Slums be able to sweep the table?"
"They are them, and I am me. Today, I'll win everything, including you."
Andrew stared intensely at Sylvia as if she were his prey. To be honest, it was a little rude, but Sylvia's Heartbeat raced wildly.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such a lively young man."
Just then, a voice came from above. "Since you're so confident, come upstairs and play with us."
Andrew turned and saw that the speaker was