Though he had won twice and lost twice, every win had been big, while every loss had barely mattered.
The old man gave Ye Chen a puzzled look. Ace's eyes, however, grew brighter and brighter. Then Ye Chen lost ten rounds in a row, and the gamblers around them roared with laughter.
"Ha! I thought he was something special. Those first two wins must've been pure luck."
"100,000 Beli on triple threes."
When Ye Chen put down 100,000 Beli, everyone laughed dismissively. But three threes came up. At eighteen to one, Ye Chen won 1.8 million Beli in a single round.
"He just made a blind guess and got lucky. No way he wins again."
A middle-aged man beside him snorted, his voice thick with envy.
Sure enough, after that win, Ye Chen's bad luck returned. Before long, no one paid him any attention.
"Ugh, my luck's rotten. I'll keep it small. 1,000 Beli on low."
"2,000 Beli on high."
He kept losing. Even the dealer began to feel sorry for him. The odds of losing that many high-or-low bets were tiny, yet Ye Chen managed to lose twenty in a row.
Ace was ready to give up on him. Could anyone's luck really be that bad? But when he glanced at the chips in front of Ye Chen, he noticed something: Ye Chen's losses had all been small. There had been plenty of them, but they hardly mattered. Overall, he was still well ahead.
"Can't believe my luck's this bad. Might as well make a big bet to shake it off."
With that, Ye Chen suddenly stood and pushed all his chips forward. "1.5 million Beli on high!"
"Are you crazy, young man? The more reckless you get, the more likely you are to lose everything."
The old man