Fairy Eye

Hey.

Han Lin sighed inwardly and said nothing more.

The shirtless, burly man looked around and announced loudly, "Anyone else want to place a bet?"

"Okay, the order is placed!"

"open!"

Seeing no one answer, the burly man shouted and lifted the dice cup: "One, three, five, nine is small!"

"Damn it—!"

"Damn it, what's going on? I've lost three hands in a row."

"Yeah, this is really weird."

"..."

As the burly man lifted the dice cup, the entire room erupted in groans and cries, with only a handful of people managing a smile.

Han Lin secretly observed that among the winners were the boy in yellow and the long-faced youth.

"Are these two guys just lucky, or do they have some special abilities like me?" Han Lin's eyes flickered slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

"Han Lin, how many points do you have? Lend me some," Wang Qingzhong nudged Han Lin's arm and whispered.

borrow?

Han Lin's lips twitched. He thought to himself that gamblers are not to be trusted. If he continues to gamble like this, he will squander his entire fortune.

"Senior Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I only have a little over a hundred points that I just earned today! I can't lend them to you."

"Lend me half! I'll pay you back tomorrow."

Wang Qingzhong refused to give up.

Han Lin was speechless for a moment. He then took out fifty points and handed them to Wang Qingzhong: "No need to return them. Consider it a gift from me."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Wang Qingzhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately placed his bet on the "big" side.

Han Lin was too lazy to remind the other party. He stared at the dice cup for a couple of seconds, then took out ten points again and placed them on the small side.

Just as he placed his bet, several purple cards flew over from two other directions, belonging to the yellow-clad youth and the long-faced man.

"What the hell? Can these two guys really see through the dice cup?" Han Lin frowned secretly as he saw the two of them rack up hundreds of points in one go.

This time, there were still some stubborn people betting on the big win, and quite a few of them.

"Place your order now!"

"open!"

At this moment, the burly man lifted the dice cup again: "One, two, three, six is ​​small!"

"How could that be? It's a small one again!"

"Damn it, four rounds in a row are low, is this even playable?!"

"I've lost everything, I'm quitting! You guys keep playing."

"I'm not playing anymore! If I gamble again, I'll chop off my hand."

"..."

As the dice cup was lifted, a chorus of disbelief and angry curses erupted once more.

Some people have even lost all their points. Among them is Wang Qingzhong, who just received fifty points from Han Lin, and they're gone in the blink of an eye.

His face was extremely pale. He opened his mouth, but did not ask Han Lin for money again.

The betting game did not stop because of these people's withdrawal; it continued, and it was clear that some people had already noticed something was wrong.

They started placing bets following the yellow-clad boy and the long-faced man.

They tasted some success.

The boy in yellow and the man with the long face realized the problem and immediately changed their strategy, deliberately betting on the losing side.

Han Lin was quite surprised to see this. By now, including his wins, he had accumulated a thousand points.

So, he gritted his teeth and, with the vast majority of people following the yellow-clad boy, placed his bet directly on the yellow-clad boy's opponent.

This drew sneers from many people.

"This kid is so arrogant, it seems his luck has run out!"

"Yes, but we should thank him. If he hadn't bet that thousand, they wouldn't have been able to pay out at all."

"Hehe, that's right!"

Apart from the long-faced man and the boy in yellow, Han Lin's opponents all thought they had victory in their grasp.

At this moment, the burly man reached out and lifted the dice cup: "633, twelve points, big!"

"Huh? How is this possible! Aren't these two invincible generals? How come they can't beat this ugly monster!"

"Yeah, we've lost a lot this time. I was hoping to recoup my losses in one go, but I lost everything."

"..."

As expected, because the boy in yellow and the long-faced man deliberately lost their bets, Han Lin became the biggest winner in this round.

One thousand chips turned into two thousand.

At this point, there were not many people left who still had the strength to fight. Including Han Lin, there were only four people left!

Even Zhao Ruiling, who came from a very wealthy family, lost everything because of his stubbornness, and looked like he was about to cry with red eyes.

"Junior Brother Han, you've got some skills, huh? How about we have a few rounds of gambling on our own?" At this moment, the long-faced man suddenly raised an eyebrow and challenged Han Lin.

Wang Qingzhong had already stopped playing. Seeing this, he immediately whispered, "Junior Brother Han, that's enough. You've already won a lot. Know when to quit while you're ahead."

Zhao Ruiling on the other side chimed in, "Exactly! You've won so much and you're still not stopping? You'll have nowhere to cry when you lose it all!"

He wasn't worried about Han Lin; he simply considered Han Lin's points as his own private property.

But the young man in yellow laughed and chimed in, "Han Lin, I think your luck is ridiculously good. This kind of betting doesn't happen every day. Why not take another chance?"

"If you win, you can completely stop working and just hide in your room to cultivate until you reach the third level of Qi Refining!"

Upon hearing this...

Those who had lost everything immediately started making a fuss.

"Yes, this kind of opportunity is so rare. If I had that kind of luck, I would definitely gamble it all!"

"That's right, we win anyway! If we lose, we can just pretend we never came. But if we win, why would we have to suffer in the mines?"

"..."

"Fine! I'll bet with you!"

Han Lin seemed to be getting carried away, and he suddenly stood up.

But just as the long-faced man felt a surge of joy...

But then Han Lin said, "However, we need to find someone else to roll the dice! I wonder if this senior brother dares to bet with me?"

He had already figured it out: the reason these two were able to guess correctly was entirely because the burly man who was shaking the dice would secretly give them a signal after each shake.

Tapping the table with your middle finger represents small, while shaking your hand and then leaving it still on the edge of the table represents large.

With this in mind, the two of them knew the outcome in advance, so how could they not win?

Sure enough.

When he heard Han Lin say that he wanted to change the person shaking the ball, the long-faced man's expression changed slightly.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Junior Brother, who would like to shake the rocker?"

He certainly didn't dare to refuse outright.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be obvious to everyone that you're colluding with the bookmakers?

Many people here have lost their minds and are so enraged that things might get messy later.

Han Lin looked around and said, "It's not appropriate for me to make the selection. How about we all nominate someone together? That way, no one will accuse me of cheating."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Then, after a flurry of whispers, they pushed forward a young man in a blue robe who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

It is said that this person is named Tang Chuan, and he has quite a background. However, he lacks talent, so he was assigned to the Qinglong River Mine to start as a menial disciple.

Tang Chuan lost quite a bit tonight, but he didn't make a big fuss like the others, and he gave people a relatively calm feeling overall.

He stepped forward and took the dice cup from the burly man: "Since everyone has nominated me, I won't refuse. But would it be alright if the winner gave me two hundred points as a reward?"