Starting this round, we have adjusted your single-game betting limit, which is also the latest risk control standard. Please comply with it.
"Basic bets with 1x odds, such as Red/Black and Odd/Even, can be up to 5000 chips per game; range bets can be up to 3000 chips per game; and six-number combination bets can be up to 2000 chips per game."
"A four-corner bet has a maximum limit of 1500 chips, a three-number bet has a maximum limit of 1000 chips, and a two-number bet has a maximum limit of 800 chips; if betting on a single number, the maximum limit per bet is only 500 chips."
"The new regulations are quite restrictive, and we hope you will be understanding."
This regulation clearly aims to severely restrict all high-odds betting methods by limiting the amount, especially for games like single number bets and two- or three-bet combinations, thus eliminating the possibility of Draco winning a huge payout in one go.
However, Draco didn't care, a smile playing on his lips: This isn't routine risk control, it's clearly the casino that can't afford to play anymore. Although the methods aren't exactly honorable, they're still quite reasonable.
It seems those two rounds really cost the casino some money; this could be considered a form of indirect official recognition of Draco.
"I understand." Draco didn't dwell on it.
"Thank you for your understanding, sir," the manager said gratefully.
The dealer next to him also relaxed. Heaven knows how much pressure he had been under in those few minutes. With the limit clearly defined, he didn't have to be on edge all the time. What he feared most was that if this amazing person placed another huge bet, he would lose his job.
However, to the gamblers watching, the manager's words were like another small earthquake!
"Maximum limit per game? And it's divided into such detailed categories?"
"They're being targeted, aren't they? Absolutely!"
"Nonsense! Two big wins in a row, one 11x and the other 17x, even you'd be scared if you were the casino owner!"
As Becky listened to the manager rattle off those outrageous limits one by one, a huge wave of emotion surged within her.
But at the same time, an even stronger curiosity quietly rose in her heart—how exactly did Draco do that?
After speaking with Draco, to eliminate any possible loopholes, the manager addressed the group of gamblers, each with their own agenda:
"Please also inform all the guests present."
"All chips placed following this gentleman's bets will be included in the casino's risk control system. We ask all guests to understand and abide by the rules, bet rationally, and enjoy the game."
Upon hearing this, many gamblers who were waiting to call and make money immediately became unhappy and began to complain, "It's one thing to target him alone, but why are they even interfering with us who are calling?"
"Exactly! If someone wins, that's their skill. Why can't we place some bets and try to benefit from it?"
"I think the casinos just can't afford to gamble; they're afraid of losing money! Restricting others is one thing, but even restricting our betting is another?"
The crowd was somewhat indignant, but it was just grumbling, because even Draco, the main character, hadn't objected to the limit, so those of them who wanted to hitch a ride dared not disobey the casino's rules.
Among the crowd were several seasoned gamblers who shook their heads and silently advised the complaining man beside them:
"Alright, that's enough. It's the same at any casino; when they encounter someone with such a cunning scheme, this is how they have to do it."
"Exactly, this guy's skills are terrifying. If the casino doesn't take precautions, are they just going to wait for him to win everything by himself?"
After hearing this, the disgruntled gamblers shut up, sullenly. They understood, but were simply unhappy.
But no matter how unhappy you are, you can only accept reality and abide by the rules, after all, the casino is the one who sets the rules.
Seeing that everyone had accepted the new rules, the manager turned to Draco again, "Sir, all the rules have been explained. We wish you a pleasant time at the casino. Please contact me if you need anything."
Then, he turned to the dealer beside him, lowered his voice, and solemnly gave him a few words of advice before leaving.
"Shall we... still bet?" Becky asked uncertainly.
"You shouldn't have asked that question," Draco said.
"Huh? Becky was completely bewildered. "Why?"
"Because you owe me, and you haven't fulfilled your obligations yet."
"No, change it, we have to change it." Becky shook her head frantically, her hands unconsciously covering her cheeks, as if that would protect her from the clutches of evil.
She remembered the shameful bet they had just made.
If you lose, your cheek will be pinched for three seconds!
"Then let's leave first." Draco stood up.
"Huh?" Becky was taken aback again, not keeping up with his leap of thought. No more betting? No mention of the bet? He's just leaving?
"There's nothing left to gamble on." Draco swiped his large sum of chips across the table. "Beting is completely restricted by risk control. Five hundred chips per bet? It's not fun anymore."
The dealer silently lowered his head and tidied up the gambling equipment. He was already used to customers who would win big and leave. As long as this plague was gone, the roulette wheel at this table could return to normal.
"That's true." Becky nodded obediently and quietly followed Draco's side as the two left the gambling table.
Before they had taken two steps, the gamblers who had been watching all followed. No one dared to get too close, so they kept a few steps away quietly. The group was large and silent, following behind the two men without making a sound.
Watching the group leave with Draco, the dealer shook his head helplessly, yet with a sense of familiarity.
He'd seen this kind of scene before; some gamblers always hoped to get some luck or learn something from the experts.
None of this concerned him; he simply focused on organizing the remaining chips and roulette wheel equipment on the gambling table.
The gambling table, which had been bustling with activity since Draco's departure, suddenly became mostly deserted as the protagonist left and the crowd followed.
Feeling the dense gazes behind him and the presence of the crowd following closely behind, Becky couldn't help but feel uneasy.
As she spoke, she moved closer to Draco, saying with a hint of complaint, "Why are you all following us? It feels really awkward."
"They probably have their eye on me, after all, I'm so outstanding."
Upon hearing this, the group of gamblers following behind stumbled and almost fell, each wanting to laugh but daring not to.
I secretly thought to myself, "This expert is way too narcissistic."
"You like men?" Becky, her face filled with disgust.
How is that possible?
"Then how come you're so calm?"
"I was just joking with you," Draco continued, "They're just waiting for me to place my bet so they can make money off me."
"Oh! That's right!" Becky exclaimed, suddenly realizing.
So that's what those followers were after! Draco's miraculous feat at the roulette table was still fresh in everyone's mind. Who wouldn't want to get some of that lucky charm?
Just then, a figure strode forward, and the two stopped. The newcomer was the same person who had persuaded Draco to place his bet.
"Sir, please, please wait!" The man, panting, smiled broadly again. "Can I say a word to you?"