It landed steadily in a numbered square.
The number in that cell is 29.
A deathly silence.
Then, suppressed gasps of surprise erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"29! It's 29!"
"Oh my god! I won! A three-number combination bet! 11 times the odds!"
My God... forty-four thousand!
"He actually guessed right!"
The moment Becky saw the numbers drawn, her hands froze on Draco's shoulders, completely stunned.
"How could this be?" He had been hoping for his defeat, hoping to dampen his spirits, but somehow, he actually succeeded!
Even the seasoned dealer, who had been sitting at the gambling table for years and was used to all sorts of things, had his pupils contract slightly at this moment, and he was secretly startled.
He lowered his head again, his gaze extremely focused as he repeatedly checked the number of the ball that had landed and the location where Draco had placed his bet, confirming that everything was correct.
Then, the dealer quickly composed himself, concealing the subtle fluctuations in his facial expression, and announced the result loudly.
"Bet hit! Triple bet, odds 11!"
As he spoke, he skillfully began to count the chips needed for the payout. Forty-four thousand US dollars, plus Draco's original capital of four thousand, totaling a huge sum of forty-eight thousand US dollars, was neatly stacked up. The dealer used a professional pusher to slowly push these chips in front of Draco.
Under the dazzling lights of the casino, the stacks of chips shimmered with a dizzying glow, becoming the most eye-catching sight on the gambling table.
Draco glanced at Becky out of the corner of his eye, then grinned and said, "Waitress Becky's suggestion was indeed excellent."
Becky: "..." She couldn't utter a single word, and she forgot to pull her hands back from Draco's shoulders.
An uproar erupted around the gambling table.
The gamblers, who had previously been too afraid to place bets, all crowded around, their faces filled with shock and regret.
The middle-aged gambler who had previously bet with Draco and lost two consecutive rounds was now filled with deep regret.
"Damn it!" He slapped himself hard across the face, muttering curses under his breath, "I should have gone with it! Four thousand turned into forty-eight thousand! Why the hell did I chicken out!"
Someone nearby chimed in, "Yeah! Who would have thought he'd actually dare to bet like that, and he fucking won! 11 times the stake!"
"This luck is just unbelievable!"
"What luck? I think it's skill! They don't care about that little bit of money at all; they're not even on the same level!"
Several waiters carrying drinks and snacks, hearing the unusual commotion at the gambling table, stopped in their tracks.
When they saw the dealer pushing a huge stack of chips in front of Draco, who remained calmly seated with a pretty girl behind him... massaging his shoulders?
The waiters' eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief, but their excellent professionalism made them quickly look away and return to their work, only their pace was a little faster than before, perhaps wanting to share this amazing news with their colleagues.
In the midst of the commotion, Draco seemed detached from it all.
He urged Becky, who had stopped moving for a while, "Why did you stop? The pressure was just right, keep kneading."
Becky snapped out of her shock, feeling incredibly frustrated. It was a betting suggestion she hadn't even considered, yet it had actually made him a fortune.
This feeling is even more frustrating than losing money!
With nowhere else to vent his anger, Becky could only increase the pressure on his hands, as if he wanted to channel all the resentment he had no outlet for into his body through his hands, and crush this wretched guy to death.
However, Draco seemed completely oblivious, and even stretched his shoulders comfortably as she increased the pressure.
The gamblers, seeing Draco remain so calm despite winning so much money, were filled with even greater admiration and secretly marveled:
No wonder they can make so much money; their composure is beyond what ordinary people can match. Anyone else would have been incredibly excited.
"Waiter Becky, what do you think we should do next?" Draco asked, looking at Becky who seemed unconvinced.
"This round you bet on the middle line of two adjacent numbers! Play two-number bets, the odds of winning are just right, I don't believe you can win again!" Becky said skeptically.
After saying that, she even initiated a new bet. "I'll bet with you again! I refuse to believe your luck will always be this good!"
The onlookers became interested, quieted down, held their breath, and eagerly awaited Draco's response.
"Sure," Draco readily agreed, "But if you lose, you get to pinch my cheek for three seconds."
"What kind of bet is this!" Becky blushed.
He immediately refused, saying, "Choose another one; that's too frivolous!"
The gamblers immediately burst into laughter.
"That's already quite restrained," Draco said. "I can't think of anything else Miss Becky could do. Why don't you think about it too?"
"This won't do!" Becky said firmly.
"Have you made up your mind, Miss Becky? The next round of roulette is about to begin," Draco reminded her.
After agonizing for a long time, Becky decided, "Let's bet like you said! I don't believe your luck will always be this good."
"Deal." Draco's smile widened.
Seeing that the two had agreed to the bet, the dealer said no more, reached out and flicked the roulette wheel, which instantly began to spin rapidly.
After glancing briefly at the roulette wheel, Draco drew eight large chips worth a thousand each and, to the astonishment of the others, placed them on the dividing line between the numbers 35 and 36.
This is an even-number consecutive bet with odds as high as 17 times. If you win, you can get back 136,000 chips, including your initial investment and profits.
"Hiss--!" The surrounding gamblers gasped in shock, all crowding forward in astonishment. But even with their amazement, none of them dared to place a bet.
After all, the odds of winning with even numbers are too low, and the risk is extremely high; no one dares to risk their chips.
Even the croupier was getting restless, his grip on his tools tightening, his expression becoming several times more serious, and he reminded them again in a deep voice.
"Bets are placed, and cannot be changed!"
The roulette wheel accelerated, and the small white ball was thrown into the track.
Becky, standing behind Draco, still had her hands on his shoulders, but her body was completely frozen.
Looking at the eight thousand chips, Becky's heart pounded wildly. Had he really just casually wagered that money?
She was betting on a two-digit combination, something she had never done before, something she never even dared to dream of!
At this moment, Becky's feelings were extremely complicated.
On one hand, she wanted her opponent to lose, to lose everything!
That way, she can win the bet, avoid having her cheeks pinched, and even see the other person's pathetic state, thus avenging herself!
But for some reason, she didn't want her opponent to lose, because if they lost this round, the losses would be too severe.
Torn between two conflicting emotions, she was restless, her eyes fixed on the small ball on the roulette wheel, her breathing becoming shallow.