In other words, if this round really rolls a "Triple 2," my ten thousand yuan will turn into a million.

But the odds of that happening are incredibly low.

My bet has also attracted the attention of the surrounding gamblers, and of course, the looks they give me are still those of a fool with outlandish ideas.

"Bet placed, no more changes!"

The dealer calls out.

Then, I see him slightly lean forward.

I know what’s about to happen—he’s about to cheat.

He’s going to use his knee to press the remote control under the table.

Suddenly, the dealer's face changes. His brows furrow.

His gaze shifts immediately toward a man standing outside the crowd.

Though I don’t turn around, I can guess that this man is likely one of the casino's enforcers or a person in charge.

As for how the two exchanged looks, I’m not interested.

My eyes remain fixed on the table, on the black dice cup.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing the dealer hesitate, a few impatient gamblers can’t help but urge him.

The dealer’s expression grows darker.

He looks at me, and his trembling hand slowly places the dice cup on the table.

But it seems he’s still unwilling to let go.

At the moment the dice cup is lifted, I can feel him subtly pressing something under the table again.

But once again, he’s disappointed.

"Open it!"

A man’s voice calls out from behind me.

His voice is a bit hoarse.

He’s not a gambler, but someone from the casino.

Only then does the dealer slowly lift the dice cup.

Ah?

A collective gasp fills the room.

Under the dice cup, the three dice lie perfectly aligned.

And all three dice show the same number:

Two!

Triple 2!

I’ve hit the jackpot!

The gaze of everyone in the casino turns back toward me.

Their looks are no longer filled with mockery but with envy, awe, and admiration.

Mei Jie happily puts both her hands on my shoulders, excited like a child.

“We did it, Chu Liu! We hit it!”

I know we’ve won.

I also know that the dealer’s remote device is no longer working.

And all of this, it’s all because of me.

When I placed my bet, I used my foot to press down on the sensor.

It’s small, sensitive, and delicate.

With one solid push, it was rendered useless.

That’s why the dealer’s expression changed so drastically.

He realized the remote control was no longer functioning.

As for how I hit the Triple 2, that’s thanks to my hearing.

I can distinguish sounds and pinpoint positions even in the harshest winds.

This was something Master Liu taught me over thirteen years.

He once said, if you can’t do this, you’ll never be able to beat the dice tables.

The dealer watches me for a long time before coldly saying,

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“Bro, you’re playing pretty big, huh?”

He emphasizes the word "big."

It’s both a warning and a threat.

After all, I’ve broken his cheating device.

Before I can say anything, Mei Jie speaks up from behind me.

“What’s big or small? Hurry up and pay us the chips…”

The dealer's face darkens, and he remains silent.

However, the chips on the table aren’t enough to cover my win.

I see a man walk up to the table holding ten golden chips, each worth one hundred thousand.

He looks at me, his voice hoarse as he says,

“Sir, luck’s on your side. These are the chips we owe you.”

The man is around thirty, polite in tone, but his gaze is cold and sinister.

He’s thin, almost skeletal, with hands that resemble bamboo sticks—skin stretched tightly over bones.

“From now on, I’m in charge of this table. Sir, I trust you won’t mind changing dealers?”

Changing dealers is nothing unusual in a casino.

It doesn’t require notifying the gamblers.

But he’s asking me because he knows I’m a cheat.

As he speaks, the thin man replaces the dice with a new set.

He places them on the table and gestures for everyone to inspect.

“Please check the dice. If you have any doubts, feel free to smash them to verify. If no issues are found, you’ll have to pay for the dice!”

Some gamblers go up and pretend to inspect the dice.

Even if there were something wrong, they wouldn’t notice.

When no one else inspects the dice, the man turns back to me and asks,

“Aren’t you going to check them, sir?”

I shake my head.

I don’t need to.

When he shakes the dice, I can tell from the sound whether they’re rigged.

Cheating dice make a different sound than regular dice.

And even normal dice produce subtle differences in sound depending on the number of dots.

For example, a one, with just one red dot, makes a purer sound.

A six, with six dots, makes a sharper sound.

Seeing that I’m not moving, the man picks up the dice cup.

With a swish, he quickly drops the dice into the cup.

His movements are fast and smooth.

This trick is called “Wind Blowing the Willow” in cheating parlance.

It looks casual, but in reality, he’s subtly aligning the dice faces to match his desired outcome.

It’s clear that this man is a skilled dice cheater.

As he shakes the dice cup, he occasionally taps it with his fingernail, trying to drown out any sounds that might give away the dice’s position.

Of course, the assumption is that I’m listening for the dice.

And he’s already determined that I am.

The dice cup flies through the air in his hands.

His gaze remains fixed on me, and his technique changes with every shake.

Finally, with a “clack,” the cup hits the table.

The thin man gestures to the crowd.

“Please place your bets!”

The gamblers around the table, however, don’t move.

All their eyes are on me.

They want to know if I’ll bet, and if so, how much.

I casually play with the golden chips in my hands, but I don’t place a bet.

Seeing I’m not moving, the thin man speaks up.

“Sir, why aren’t you betting?”

I remain silent.

“Are you afraid your luck’s run out? Not daring to place another bet?”

He puts special emphasis on the word “run out,” almost like a challenge.

It seems he’s trying to provoke me.

Normally, when a casino cheat is exposed, the dealer should try to appease the player to avoid trouble.

But this thin man seems unusually arrogant.

He keeps taunting me.

“I can place a bet, but I have one condition…”

I speak indifferently.

“Go ahead.”

“Remove the betting limit!”

Casinos set limits on bets for fairness and to attract casual players.

High-stakes tables are usually reserved for VIP rooms.

“You want to bet what amount?”

The thin man asks.

“One million, all in. Do you accept?”

His words make the thin man chuckle.

But it’s a cold, disdainful laugh.

“I’ll accept, though it’s a bit small. You can add more if you want.”

The thin man is extremely confident in his dice skills.

I shake my head.

“This is all I have—one million. No more.”

The thin man’s gaze grows even colder.

He watches my hand, then says in a chilling tone,

“No money? Fine. I can take your hands as collateral.”

The words make everyone in the room take a sharp breath.

I frown.

This isn’t a duel between cheats.

It’s just a regular gambling game.

But this casino feels different.

They’re cheating openly, yet they’re not afraid of me exposing them.

Before I can speak, Mei Jie, standing behind me, jumps in.

“Hand over the chips, we’ll bet this million. Just accept it or not…”

The thin man sneers.

“Fine, I’ll accept your bet. Place it.”

I place the ten golden chips, each worth one hundred thousand, on the “Big” bet.

“Bet locked. Are you sure you’re betting big?”

The thin man asks, his face dark and his tone sly.

I don’t respond.

I don’t like wasting words.

Especially not with someone like him.

“Alright, here we go!”

The thin man begins to lift the dice cup.

“Wait!”

I suddenly say.

The thin man looks up at me.

“What, want to add more to the bet?”

I shake my head.

“This round, I want someone else to open the dice cup.”

The thin man’s expression changes, and he asks,

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you.”