With a clear "ding," the dealer rang the bell to stop bets. Once it sounded, there was no turning back for anyone.

"Roll the dice." The female dealer swept her eyes over the bettors and, seeing everyone nod in agreement, revealed the results: "1, 2, 5... eight points."

A collective gasp rose from the table, except for Russell. The other three who had followed his bet stood there stunned—betting on nine but getting eight?

This wasn't a bet on big or small, where either eight or nine would win in small. This was about specific numbers.

In Interstellar Galaxy, betting on eight points had odds of 8:1. If Huo Liang's father had won with his 1.67 million bet, he would have taken home over 12 million, more than Russell would win.

But was that possible? If such a scenario had unfolded, Russell's careful planning would have been in vain. He might as well have bet on big-small. The reason for picking specific points was simply to break away from those following his lead.

While the margin was just one point, it led to two people losing everything. The attractive woman took a deep breath and sat back down, her eyes lingering on Russell, making him slightly uncomfortable, before averting them.

Huo Liang's father, however, was less composed. Having lost nearly all of his chips, he stood abruptly, glaring daggers at Russell.

His hateful stare seemed to want to consume Russell whole. Huo Liang's father had also been a truck driver before he worked his way up in the logistics industry. Despite his wealth, his temper hadn't changed much; remnants of his truck driver tough demeanor lingered. In many ways, the father was more daunting than the son, his glare quite intimidating.

But he sat down quickly, his aggression evaporating. Cold sweat replaced it as Kaiser's piercing stare, like that of a fierce tiger, focused on him. This fierce aura made the father and son feel as if they'd plunged into ice water.

"Staring at me won’t help; your opponent is the house, not me," Russell remarked coldly. Really, these two shared the same bloodline. They lost and blamed him, as if he hadn't intentionally lost eleven rounds to shake off the greedy following.

Russell met their stare with a cold one of his own, then pushed all his chips to the center of the table without looking back, addressing Huo Liang and his father, "If you want to win, feel free to continue following. This round is my safest bet. Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"Fine, this time I, Huo Datong, admit defeat," grumbled the greedy middle-aged man, Huo Liang’s father, choosing not to exchange more chips. Sinisterly, he commented, "Safest bet? Young man, it’s best to leave some room for yourself in actions and words. Speak too much, and you’ll regret it. I’m out. Let’s see how safe you really are."

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"One million on fifteen points," Russell stated with a slight smile, ignoring the father and son as he placed his chips on the fifteen-point betting area.

In Interstellar Galaxy, fifteen points had odds of 14:1. If Russell hit, he'd walk away with over 14 million.

Sometimes, human nature is funny. When Russell wasn’t truthful, no one minded; when he was, they didn’t believe him. Understanding the father and son's nature, he played exactly to that, saying what they wouldn’t believe. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to be honest.

This was Russell’s final bet. Despite knowing the dice points, he took a deep breath as the moment of truth arrived, his gaze sharpening with focus.

"Wait a moment, I’m going all in." Just when everyone thought it would be a solo show for Russell, the attractive woman opposite suddenly paused.

She quickly wrote a check and, within two minutes, returned with 500,000 in chips from the attendant, immediately placing them on fifteen points. She still wanted to follow Russell for one last round.

Her actions caused a subtle change in Russell’s expression. A 14:1 payout on 500,000 meant 7 million. The casino stood to lose over 21 million from this one round.

"Does she have that much confidence in me?" Among all the spectators, only she dared to make such a move. With Russell having lost eleven rounds consecutively, no one else dared to place their bets with him so blindly. To continue now seemed like throwing money away.

"Handsome, if this loses again, I'll give myself to you tonight," she playfully teased Russell in a low voice, exhibiting a charm that was hard to resist.

Indeed, the woman was quite beautiful, with a different allure from Hera’s serene elegance, Li Yaner’s pure beauty, or Messiah’s voluptuous maturity. Hers was an elusive seductiveness, devoid of any vulgarity. Her fair skin and full lips, combined with provocative words, bewitched many onlookers.

"Wow, this guy’s so lucky."

"Damn, I’d give ten years of my life for a night with her."

Her words ignited envy and admiration among the crowd. The young man’s fortune seemed boundless.

Only Russell smiled wryly. Despite her flirtatious façade, the woman wasn’t as frivolous as she appeared. Her teasing hinted at having seen through his strategy of losing to win.

"It seems I still have much to learn." Russell touched his nose, replying impassively, "I really hope this time we don’t hit the mark."

Despite his words, he knew this was a guaranteed win. The female dealer uncovered the dice—3, 6, 6—a perfect fifteen.

"We hit, damn, he hit!"

"A master for sure, I’ve never seen anything like it: 14 million in a snap. That’s easy money!"

"He who dares, wins. He who fears, loses. Haha, that greedy middle-aged man must be crying now."

Sure enough, Huo Liang and his father were left fuming, both turning an unattractive shade of pale green.

Logically, they’d only exchanged chips worth a million, so losing it wasn’t devastating, given their wealth. But they couldn’t help but feel resentful. They followed eleven rounds but hesitated on the last, and they could have walked away with not just 14 million—Huo Datong's bets were always larger, potentially netting 20 million easily.

Watching silently, Messiah could no longer stay calm, especially as the dealer pushed a mountain of silver crystal chips towards Russell. Her breathing quickened.

Over 14 million, won without batting an eye—could this Russell be the same one who was once crushed under life's burdens?