"This Evil Dragon, keeping it doesn't seem cheap."
Thinking of Vivian's desperate pursuit of wealth, Ning Fan suddenly felt like he had made a losing business deal.
"Mary, keep an eye on her to avoid any embarrassing mishaps."
"I understand."
Mary felt a bit of a headache; how did she not notice the child's money-obsessed side.
She seed pure as a white lotus, yet this materialistic deanor was nearly insane.
The gaming table was still crowded with people, leaving Ning Fan standing in a secluded corner.
Mary and Vivian followed him like little assistants.
Mary occasionally glanced curiously at the table but firmly held Vivian's hand, fearing she would succumb to temptation.
The minimum bet at this table was one hundred, with a maximum of ten thousand.
Apart from guessing big or small, one could also bet on points here. However, such a flamboyant style was really against Ning Fan's low-key nature.
Ning Fan placed a standard bet of one thousand, a sum neither too much nor too little.
It had already been changed into hundred-dollar red chips, totaling ten, neatly stacked on "small."
The mont Ning Fan made his move, three hands quickly reached out to place chips on "small."
Ning Fan glanced instinctively, wondering who else but those three opportunistic gamblers could it be.
"I'll definitely get you guys."
Originally, Ning Fan hesitated, wondering whether to go all out.
But when Ning Fan looked over, the three actually glared back at him, stirring his fury.
"Sons of bitches, just wait."
Unknowingly, it was already the fifth round.
Compared to the bustling, noisy casino hall, only this gaming table was eerily quiet.
Gamblers were all red-faced and breathing heavily, their quick breaths like a small hurricane raging across the scene.
Within this oppressive atmosphere lay a fire-like frenzy,
like a volcano about to erupt, poised in the final mont before explosion.
Seeing this, the Croupier subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Though skilled and steadfast in shaking dice, at this mont his hands trembled slightly.
In less than half an hour, this table he was responsible for had already lost almost five million US dollars, especially in the last two rounds.
The house was shockingly blown twice, losing everything across the board twice.
Although the maximum limit was one million for individual gamblers, it wasn't for the entire table.
Now a new round was about to start, and if the sa lose-everything situation happened again,
Just for this round, losses would start at ten million.
If the gamblers following the trend joined in, the losses would be unimaginable.
Thinking of the impending situation, the Croupier's hands trembled even more. Though tense, he couldn't help but silently curse, "Damned people, why haven't they sent anyone yet?"
He had pressed the alarm under the table many tis, yet the orders from the earpiece were just "continue."
"Continue, then continue. I've already fulfilled my responsibility."
Thinking of this point, the Croupier relaxed slightly, took a deep breath, and then picked up the dice cup.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The crisp sound of dice hitting the cup.
"Place your bets!"
The Croupier said with so tremor, and as he spoke, his eyes involuntarily surveyed the few people.
"Where did these damned people co from? Don't they know this is Las Vegas?"
The Croupier had indeed tried his best, but he still couldn't detect their cheating.
Otherwise, he would have alerted the casino guards to teach them The Venetian's rules.
Seeing the dice-shaking complete, the gamblers on the scene all widened their eyes as if agreed in advance, all staring at the few people.
In their hearts, these people were gods of fortune, their saviors.
At the mont, all the gamblers were like the most devout believers, waiting for divine gospel from the master.
And the savior in the gamblers' minds still wore a gentleman's guise outwardly, but inwardly felt chaotic and even cursed, "Why hasn't that Eastern monkey made a move yet."
The next second, the three simultaneously had a glint in their eyes. They saw the Eastern man raise his hand toward the right half of the table.
Left small, right big.
Realizing this, the three tacitly perford the action, swiftly placing all their chips on "big" like lightning.
That speed actually surpassed that of the Eastern man, placing chips on the table first.
After the Eastern man placed ten chips in the right area of the table, the three finally breathed a sigh of relief, then instinctively exchanged glances.
"That stupid Eastern monkey, with such luck, doesn't even cherish it."
"Truly a coward, not a trace of courage. You can only wash dishes in Chinatown."
"Today is truly lucky. Absolutely must follow this Eastern man, maybe tomorrow I could buy a luxury yacht."
...
Seeing the savior in their minds, without hesitation, placing all chips on the right.
The gamblers on the scene hesitated for less than a second before collectively deciding to follow suit.
They had already missed too many opportunities; they must cherish what's before them.
In an instant, the chips piled on the right side of the table resembled a small mountain, while the left side lay desolate.
Everything appeared one-sided as in the previous two rounds.
"Oh my god!"
Seeing this, the Croupier instinctively gasped, and if not for a sliver of rationality, reminding him to crazily press the alarm, he might have already fainted on the spot.
The chips piled on the table's right side, based on the Croupier's experience, had reached at least twenty million.
The scenario he feared most finally appeared, as those spectators began joining the betting frenzy.
Right now, there was an unending stream of chips joining the right side, while the left side seed abandoned like slly dog feces.
If this ti "big" wins,
Reflecting upon the loss amount, the Croupier really wanted to go on strike and madly cursed internally, "Where are the high-ranking officials of the casino? These trash eating dog feces, don't they know what's happening here?"
The urgent alarm sound in the casino monitoring hall echoed like a hummingbird chirping.
Seeing the mountain of chips piling up in the surveillance footage, Xiaoyue couldn't help but feel tense inside.
She wasn't worried about the money; this money wasn't worth her attention. Moreover, this is The Venetian; no matter how much is lost, it's irrelevant to her.
Xiaoyue's tension was entirely due to the urgent alarm sound, "Elder, are you sure not to intervene?"
In Xiaoyue's view, at this mont, the most appropriate action was to declare the round void.
After all, all explanation rights belong to the casino, just one phrase, "Prohibit excessive betting," can reasonably void the round.
"This..."
Elder hesitated a bit.
The casino invested so heavily to hire him, not just so he could retire here.
If a single massive loss occurred, as the casino's security adviser, Elder would carry joint responsibility.
At this mont, Elder's pupils contracted, issuing orders to the staff, "Let the Croupier open the cup."
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