But David was still basking in the exhilarating feeling of winning the previous round, completely absorbed in his sudden victory.
He felt that his wife's concerns were all unnecessary.
Winning slowly? When will that even happen?
With such high odds on roulette, one round is equivalent to ten rounds in the dice section. Why not take advantage of your current good luck, bet boldly, win enough money sooner, and achieve your goal as soon as possible?
So he completely ignored Diana's earnest advice, easily brushing Diana hand away with a flick of his wrist, his eyes fixed on the roulette wheel, and said with certainty:
"Don't worry, I'm always lucky."
The dealer remained expressionless and, after all the gamblers had placed their bets, said, "Betting is closed. Please do not place any more bets."
He then skillfully spun the wheel.
The surrounding gamblers also craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the roulette wheel, some whispering about how this round would go.
Diana withdrew her hand, clenching it tightly in front of her again, her eyes anxiously fixed on the bouncing ball, hoping her husband would win while fearing a sudden defeat.
Before long, the spinner slowed down, the ball wobbled, and finally landed precisely in the red numbered square again.
"Red! Bet on red to win!"
As soon as the dealer's voice fell, the corresponding chips were instantly pushed in front of David, doubling his initial investment of five thousand to ten thousand!
Another wave of envious gasps rang out from the surrounding crowd, with many gamblers praising David's good luck and some even placing bets on his luck.
David's face was full of smug pride, and he straightened his back even more. He looked at Diana with certainty, increasingly convinced that his earlier decision to increase his bet was absolutely correct.
Greed follows.
After winning two consecutive bets on the red side, David's chips piled up thicker and thicker on the table. He was completely blinded by victory.
At this moment, he was extremely arrogant.
His eyes were blazing with fervor, his cheeks flushed, caution was nonexistent. He swept his hand Cleansweep the table, shoving most of the chips in front of him into the red betting area.
"Bet closed!" the dealer announced precisely on time, spinning the roulette wheel, and the white ball bounced rapidly once more.
Diana's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Her premonition was right; this time, good fortune had completely abandoned David.
As the roulette wheel slowed down, the white ball stumbled and bumped, finally crashing into the black number square and coming to a stop.
"Black 7, the player who bets on black wins!"
As soon as the dealer finished speaking, a staff member immediately stepped forward and collected all the huge amount of chips that David had bet.
The stack of chips that was originally piled up high instantly shrank by more than half, leaving only a small pile on the table, the difference was glaring.
David's previously smug smile froze on his face, his eyes instantly shifting from fervor to astonishment as he stared intently at the roulette wheel.
A feeling of resentment and anger welled up inside me instantly.
Several gamblers who had been betting on the red line immediately frowned upon seeing this and spat at David in an annoyed tone:
"What terrible luck! I thought you were so great."
"Exactly, they dragged us down and we lost!"
"Don't bet recklessly! If you don't know how to play, don't start a trend!"
David, already seething with anger, was instantly ignited by these words, and he abruptly turned to glare at the gamblers:
"It's none of your business how I lost! When I was winning, you all crowded around to share in my joy, and now that I've lost, you're blaming me? Can't you be reasonable?!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, and it looked like he was about to push the other person. The scene instantly became tense, and the surrounding gamblers gathered around to watch the excitement, and a commotion arose.
"Gentlemen, please calm down. Fighting is prohibited in casinos." The dealer stopped what he was doing, stepped forward, and stood between the two men, speaking sternly to stop them.
"Everyone's here to have fun, there's no need to ruin things. Winning and losing are normal, please abide by the rules."
Diana turned pale with fright, fearing her husband would cause trouble. She rushed forward and grabbed David's arm tightly, pulling him towards her with all her might, while pleading softly:
" David, stop arguing. Forget it, let's not fight them. It's okay if we lose."
She clung tightly to her husband while repeatedly bowing and apologizing to the gamblers nearby, saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Holding Diana back tightly, seeing the dealer's serious expression, and with the surrounding onlookers watching, David, despite his anger, ultimately suppressed it.
Seeing that David was backing down and with the dealer watching, the gamblers grumbled and returned to their seats.
The conflict was eventually quelled.
"Don't be angry. Just think of it as bad luck. We still have some chips left. Let's take it slow, okay?" Diana soothed him gently, afraid that he would act impulsively again.
But looking at her husband's gloomy face,
Her panic intensified.
The recent loss and argument forced David to suppress his anger. He kept a composed expression and refrained from placing large bets blindly.
Instead, they chose to hold onto their loose chips and make small, tentative bets following the roulette wheel's movements, hoping their luck might finally turn around.
After several rounds, with wins and losses, the chips on the table slowly began to rise again. Diana watched silently from the side, her hands clenched tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
Not long after, when the last chip was placed, the dealer announced the winner and loser. All the chips on the table were counted, totaling exactly 50,000 yuan, which was the target amount they could redeem the house.
"That's enough, David! We've saved enough money to redeem the house. Let's stop playing around and leave now, okay?"
Diana's face lit up with surprise, and she shook David earnestly, hoping her husband would nod in agreement.
Then the two left this unsettling place.
But David's gaze changed as he stared at the thick pile of chips on the table. Fifty thousand dollars was no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.
At that moment, all he could think about was the high odds of 1:35.
"Our luck has finally turned around. If we win a few more rounds, we can buy a house twice the size of ours and buy everything we want. Why should we be satisfied with just redeeming the house?"
Diana looked at David in disbelief, wanting to say something, but just then, a new round of roulette was drawn, David's casual small bet on the red zone hit again, making him another fortune.
The gamblers who had mocked him and clashed with him earlier, not believing in his luck, all bet on black.
He lost everything, and his face was now extremely pale.
"Weren't you just yelling at me? Didn't you say I had bad luck? Now look who's lost everything. If you have no taste, don't talk nonsense!" David mocked smugly.
The gamblers, already furious from losing money, were further enraged by David's public mockery. Their faces flushed red, and they clenched their fists, ready to pounce. It seemed another violent confrontation was about to erupt between the two.
The people around immediately scattered, and the scene became tense again.