Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 190 is too weird, isn't it?

He took the chips and walked towards a gambling table.

That table was playing Sic Bo, the simplest kind, where you bet on big or small, and the winner is determined by opening the cup.

The dealer was a young woman, wearing a uniform and white gloves.

She shook the dice cup, and the dice rolled inside, making a "clattering" sound.

The dealer placed the dice cup on the table.

"Please place your bet."

Dianesen sat down casually, took a puff of his cigar, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

He picked up a 10,000 chip and slammed it on the table.

The other gamblers sitting at the table also placed their bets.

Some bet on big, some bet on small, and some bet on the number of points, piling up their chips into a small heap.

The dealer waited a few seconds.

"Place your bet and you're done."

She opened the dice cup.

"1, 2, 3, small!"

Dianeson's chips have been taken away.

His expression remained unchanged as he threw down another ten thousand chips, still betting on big.

The dealer shakes the cup and opens it.

"2, 3, 4, small!"

Dianeson frowned.

Another 10,000.

"1, 3, 4, small!"

Another 10,000.

"1, 1, 2, small!"

Another 10,000.

"6

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If it's just one or two games, that's fine, but if it's consistently low for ten games in a row, then there's a problem.

Dianeson's chips have gone from 100,000 to zero.

He stared at the pile of chips that had been taken away, his face looking rather grim.

Although 100,000 is nothing to him, losing ten games in a row and getting ten small wins in a row seems a bit too much of a targeting of him.

Just then, a faint voice came from behind.

"Look, Amin, this is what I mean by not gambling to win. This guy lost it all in one go."

Dianeson turned his head sharply.

Chen Yuan and He Min stood not far away, with He Min covering her mouth and laughing.

Dianeson's expression darkened further.

He gave a disdainful laugh, turned his head, and looked at the dealer.

"Give me one million chips!"

The sound was so loud that everyone at the gambling table heard it.

Is Dianeson's ability something these two people, who don't even dare to sit at the gambling table, can question?

He refused to believe it and unleashed his ultimate move in the next game!

"2, 3, 4, small..."

'

The dealer uncovers the dice cup and announces the numbers.

Dianeson stared at the three dice, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Is it small again?

"1, 2, 5, small...."

'

Another one.

2, 2, 4, small.....

'

Another one.

Dianeson's forehead began to sweat.

A bead of sweat slid down his forehead, down his cheek, and onto the pile of chips in front of him.

That pile of chips has clearly become thinner.

That's too weird!

He's lived for so many years, what kind of gambling game hasn't he seen?

Winning and losing are common occurrences, but I've never encountered anything like this before.

I haven't won a single one in over ten rounds!

The onlookers nearby began to whisper among themselves.

"What's up with this guy?"

"I've lost more than ten games in a row, and haven't won a single one."

"So unlucky? Really?"

"Look at the chips in front of him. There was a huge pile a moment ago, but now there's only a thin layer left."

"Tsk tsk, this is what they call always losing at gambling."

Dianeson's expression darkened further upon hearing these words.

But what he cared more about was the look in the eyes of the gamblers at the table.

Those people were secretly observing him, their gazes shifting back and forth between him and the dice cup.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

As soon as Dianeson placed a bet, they would do the opposite of what he did.

They made a lot of money from those last few games.

Dianeson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

A million dollars is indeed a small matter for him.

But the problem is that something is very wrong, because he hasn't won a single time.

Is this something a human can do?

The dealer shook the dice cup a few times with a blank expression, and the dice rolled around inside the cup with a "clattering" sound.

She placed the dice cup on the table and gestured with her hand.

"Please place your bet."

Dianeson stared at the dice cup as if he were looking at an enemy.

He gritted his teeth.

He pushed the last 100,000 chips onto the table.

"Small!"

He chose the smaller one.

The other gamblers' eyes lit up, and they all pushed their bets towards the larger side.

One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, piled up into a small mountain.

The dealer glanced at the chips, then at Dianeson.

She slowly reached her hand towards the dice cup.

Dianeson's heart was in his throat.

The room fell silent, everyone staring at the dice cup.

The lid is lifted.

"4, 4, 4."

The dealer paused for a moment.

"big!"

"good!"

A cheer erupted from the gambling table.

"I won again!"

"This guy is a real money-maker!"

"The Reverse God of Wealth!"

The chips were collected in a flurry, and then paid out to the gamblers in a flurry.

The 100,000 dollars that Dianesen had in front of him was gone.

His forehead was covered in even more cold sweat.

One after another, they flowed down like rain.

He slumped into the chair, as if he were completely exhausted.

What exactly happened?

This is weird!

"Tsk~"

A meaningful smacking sound came from behind.

"Amin, see, am I right?"

The voice was languid, with a hint of amusement.

"This guy lost it all again in no time."

Dianeson turned around abruptly.

Chen Yuan stood not far away, arms crossed, watching him with a smile.

He Min linked arms with Chen Yuan and looked at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Dianesen stared intently at Chen Yuan.

He did not believe that Chen Yuan was behind this.

I just felt that Chen Yuan was saying that to make fun of him.

What right does a coward who doesn't even dare to sit at the gambling table have to laugh at him?

Dianeson turned his head away.

He took a deep breath and slammed his hand on the gambling table.

"Give me another ten million in chips!"

His voice was so loud that the entire casino could hear it.

He tore off a check, scribbled down the number ten million, and slammed it down in front of the dealer.

The dealer looked down at the check.

Then he looked up at Dianeson.

Her lips twitched slightly.

To be honest, she didn't really want to give Dianeson any more bargaining chips.

Dianeson was not the only gambler at the table.

After other gamblers noticed that this guy was always losing, they started betting against him.

It started as a small experiment, with tens of thousands of people participating.

But later on, it got bigger and bigger, with hundreds of thousands following.

Her gambling table has started to lose money.

Losing money doesn't mean you'll lose money, but your take-home pay will definitely be less.

The dealer took a deep breath and forced a professional smile onto his face.

"Sir, are you sure you still want to exchange for ten million in chips?"

"Change!"

Dianesen waved his hand dismissively.

"I, Dianeson, don't lack that kind of money!"

And he simply refused to believe it; could it really be that bizarre?!

The dealer was silent for two seconds.

Then she picked up the check and called the waiter.

Soon, a pile of brand-new chips was placed in front of Dianeson.

Ten million.

They were red and green, piled up into a small mountain.

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"Ten million?"

"Who is this person?"

"Wow, they're so rich..."

Dianeson felt a little better after hearing these words.

He picked up a chip, ready to place a bet.

But this time he learned his lesson.

They did not increase their bets simply because they had more chips.

Just like before, it's still 100,000 underground.