At the mention of "Zhang Cheng," Zhang Ruoxi showed no fear. Instead, she tightened her grip on Chen Lin's hand.
With Chen Lin beside her, her eyes held nothing but excitement and blind trust.
They entered the noisy, lavish casino hall.
A glittering golden dome towered overhead, the clatter of chips was deafening, and the air smelled of perfume and hormones.
Chen Lin walked to the cashier and casually tossed over a hundred-yuan bill and a few smaller notes.
"One thousand in chips."
The heavily made-up woman at the counter glanced at the paltry sum and inwardly rolled her eyes.
Who came to the old Lisboa with less than a hundred thousand? One thousand? Did he think they were beggars?
Reluctantly, she tossed out ten hundred-yuan chips.
Chen Lin paid her no mind and led Zhang Ruoxi to the busiest dice table.
Red-eyed gamblers crowded around it.
The dealer shook the dice cup vigorously, showing off his flashy technique. "Place your bets! No more bets!"
Smack! The dice cup slammed down on the table.
Without even watching the dealer's technique, Chen Lin casually tossed all one thousand in chips onto the high-paying "triple" section.
The dealer gave Chen Lin a mocking glance. A thousand on a triple? He might as well hand over his money.
"Reveal!"
The dealer lifted the dice cup.
The next instant, everyone fell silent.
All three dice showed sixes! A triple!
The odds were one hundred and fifty to one!
In an instant, the thousand multiplied a hundred and fifty times, becoming a hundred and fifty thousand!
The surrounding gamblers' eyes burned with envy as they exclaimed over Chen Lin's ridiculous luck.
Zhang Ruoxi covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief.
Chen Lin calmly gathered the hundred and fifty thousand in chips pushed toward him.