The gambler, caught off guard, wasn't embarrassed at all. He rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Hehe, you figured it out! You're on such good luck. I was just wondering if you could include me when you place your bets later? I'll just stick along and make a little money, I'm not greedy at all!"
"Are you sure? I've won four hands in a row. Good luck can't last forever. The risk next hand is really high." Draco put down his chips and calmly reminded him.
"I trust your judgment!" The man waved his hand dismissively, his mind solely focused on making money. "You're lucky and have a keen eye; I can't go wrong with you. I'm not afraid of the risks!"
"It's no use trusting me; I'm not placing any bets for now."
"No, sir! With such good luck, it would be such a waste not to play!" the gambler persisted, trying to persuade him.
"Let's just play one round then." Draco glanced at the bar; Becky hadn't returned yet. He casually picked up a thousand-dollar chip and shoved it into the red box without even looking at it.
The gambler's eyes lit up, thinking that Draco had led him, so he placed his bet on red without hesitation.
Seeing this, the surrounding gamblers also followed suit and placed bets. In the blink of an eye, the red area was piled high with chips, and everyone was hoping to make another fortune by following Draco.
After the dealer gave a loud reminder, he pushed the roulette wheel again, and the ball rolled and spun rapidly, making everyone's hearts jump.
The ball gradually slowed down.
It finally landed steadily in the black number square!
Let's play together!
The entire room fell silent for a second, followed immediately by a chorus of sighs of frustration and complaints, instantly plunging the atmosphere from its previous fervent anticipation to rock bottom.
Many of those who had just followed the trend and placed bets had wagered large sums of money, and their faces turned very grim after losing.
One of the gamblers immediately complained with displeasure, "Why did it have to be a scam? I bet with them and I still lost!"
"Yeah, we just won four games in a row, but how come we keep losing as soon as we follow suit? Our luck is just too weird!"
"I shouldn't have blindly followed the betting odds!"
The first gambler to follow suit was even more displeased, questioning Draco, "Sir, were you doing this on purpose?"
"I told you before, this was a very risky game, but you insisted that I play it. Now that we've lost, you're unhappy?" Draco said calmly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.
The man had nothing to say.
Indeed, others had warned him of the risks, but he insisted on following along, so he could only lower his head dejectedly and remain silent.
Several other people who had followed suit and lost money also heard this, and they were somewhat embarrassed, but they couldn't refute it.
Seeing that everyone was still unwilling to give up, Draco randomly placed his chips on the intersection of the four numbers 10, 11, 13, and 14, this time a high-risk four-corner bet.
Sure enough, seeing this, the man, hoping to win back his losses, placed his chips in the same spot without thinking. The other gamblers, having experienced their previous defeat, were much more cautious this time, with only a few making small bets.
The dealer delivers the final blow with a single strike.
The roulette wheel slowly spun and finally came to a stop, revealing the number 5, which was far from the area where everyone had placed their bets.
Another complete wipeout!
"What happened again? I lost again!" The man's face darkened as he looked at his chips being taken away once more. He muttered a complaint, "I've lost both hands in a row. This time I've lost a lot of money. I really shouldn't have followed those blindly. It's a complete loss!"
The others who followed suit also looked distressed and complained. Some sighed in frustration, slapping their heads and regretting their momentary greed; some muttered that the odds of this betting point were too low, making it almost impossible to win; others secretly rejoiced that they hadn't made a big bet this time, only betting a small amount and not losing too much.
But everyone knew in their hearts that they had willingly placed those bets, and no one dared to vent their resentment on Draco, no matter how dissatisfied they were.
They were warned of the risks before placing their bets, and they weren't even notified when they placed them. They were just envious and wanted to follow suit to make money.
The gamblers could only hold their breath, no longer daring to blindly follow this unpredictable bettor.
Not long after, Becky, also seething with anger, slowly returned, carrying a glass of decanted red wine and a beautifully arranged platter of fresh fruit. Her steps were still dragging.
Back at the table,
She slammed the things down on the gambling table with a loud bang, so hard that the fruit in the fruit bowl wobbled slightly.
Glancing at the contents of the tray,
Draco opened his mouth towards Becky.
Becky: "..."
Seeing his spoiled young master attitude, Becky's temple throbbed. Suppressing the urge to smash the fruit plate in his face, she said irritably, "Don't you have hands? Do you expect me to feed you?!"
"Your service is terrible, Becky. The customer is God. This isn't how a proper waiter should behave," Draco said, dissatisfied.
The gamblers couldn't help but laugh at the scene, finding the young waiter and the spoiled young master quite amusing.
Becky felt uncomfortable being laughed at by everyone, her cheeks flushed red. But with the bet in front of her and so many people watching, she couldn't back out. She could only bite her lip, pick up a small piece of fresh fruit from the fruit plate, and awkwardly offer it to Draco's mouth.
After slowly chewing the fruit, Draco casually instructed, "The fruit's finished, now for the red wine? Bring it over."
Becky gritted her teeth, her anger rising, but she had no choice but to suppress it. She picked up the wine glass on the table, angrily shoved it to his lips, and said irritably, "Here you go! Drink slowly, don't choke!"
That last word of "concern"
It sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
"Thank you for reminding me." Draco tilted his head back, and Becky poured the red wine into Draco's mouth. The moment the wine slid down his throat, he frowned, feeling as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sour juice.
At this moment, Becky smiled on the surface, but secretly she was holding back a wicked laugh: when she went to the bar to get the drinks earlier, she took the opportunity to secretly add a tiny bit of sour lemon juice, just to teach this arrogant young master a lesson, to vent her anger, and to see if he would dare to be so arrogant again!
"Waitress Becky,"
"W-what's wrong?" Becky felt a little uneasy under his gaze.
"This red wine tastes a bit off? It's a bit more acidic and astringent than usual. Why don't you try it?"
Upon hearing this, Becky's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong, but she pretended to be clueless and said with a blank expression:
"Really? No way! This red wine is taken directly from the bar. All the red wine they bring out tastes like this. How could there be a problem? You must have tasted it wrong."