Demigod Mage in America

American roulette is a very old form of gambling.

Simply put, it involves choosing one number from 0 to 36, determined by a small ball.

Players can bet on several options in the black odds and red evens, and the odds vary depending on the options chosen.

Odd/even, color, and range are more likely to occur, so the odds are lower.

The odds for single numbers are the highest, with a 35-fold increase.

However, American roulette has two extra squares: 0 and 00. Normally, if the ball lands in one of these squares, the house wins.

Ryan chose roulette not because it was a profitable game, but because he needed to move the two people opposite him to another table.

Whether it's Texas Hold'em or Blackjack, it doesn't matter. Winning money from the casino isn't enough for him.

If Chen Daozai could turn $20 into $3700 million, so can Ryan.

Although he won't win by that much, otherwise it would cause a riot.

As Renn sat down, the middle-aged man followed suit, flashing a fawning smile at him.

Ryan smiled but didn't say anything. The other person probably thought he was lucky, or something else, and wanted to get some benefits by following him, so let them follow; he didn't mind.

When Ryan brought three $100 chips and a $2000 credit check to the table, the others at the table looked at him with undisguised contempt.

After all, the clothes Ryan was wearing probably cost less than $50. I really don't know how this guy got in, and the security guards didn't even stop him.

In America, a person can be poor, but not undignified.

And as soon as he sat down, something unexpected happened.

The dealer, who was about to spin the roulette wheel, suddenly stopped, turned to him, and asked, "How old are you, sir?"

Ryan was taken aback, then waved his ID in front of him.

"I am 32 years old, madam."

When he arrived at the live dealer area, he discovered that the vast majority of female dealers were outstanding in figure and beautiful in appearance, while the men didn't seem to have any particular requirements.

It can only be said that casinos have really deep tricks up their sleeves, using all sorts of marketing tactics; they really do it.

These girls, and indeed all women, would be the kind of people who are pampered and admired in their own small circles.

Upon hearing this, the others all looked over, their gazes lingering on his face for several seconds.

Although they didn't speak, Ryan could clearly sense the disbelief and doubt on their faces.

The dealer remained silent for a while, but ultimately did not ask him to show his identification.

The dealer stopped asking questions and started operating the roulette wheel, while Ryan didn't rush to place a bet but instead looked at the rules of the game.

The white ball bounced in the red and black squares, and when its speed began to slow down noticeably, the dealer called for a stop betting.

Eventually, the ball came to rest in one of the squares.

"Number 17, black." Then she repeated it.

At the gambler's table, some are happy, some are sad.

However, overall, the situation is within a controllable range of emotions.

He noticed that the two fat sheep he was watching were not betting on the same point each time.

The Latino guy was luckier, winning one out of three times, while the white guy was less lucky.

The middle-aged man next to him also participated in the betting, but only won the color once.

"Sir, if you're not participating, please vacate your seat," the customer politely inquired. However, from the very beginning until now, her gaze had never left Renn.

Ryan tapped his index finger on the table and smiled, "Oh, of course I saw it."

This action immediately drew the dealer's attention, and she only turned her head away in a panic after someone else coughed.

This time, Ryan looked at the two fat sheep he was watching, betting on 17 for one and black for the other.

So he smiled and threw two chips onto the 2.

He only exchanged 100-denomination chips. Casino chips range from 5 to 25 denominations, and 100 chips are generally only used by people in the VIP area. People like Ryan are actually quite rare.

Oh, and there are two oddballs opposite him. Everyone else is betting with 25-dollar chips, but the three of them are betting with 100-dollar chips.

However, compared to the mountain of chips held by others, Ryan's few chips seemed rather laughable.

"Stop betting." The dealer signaled to everyone to stop placing bets and wait for the results.

"2 o'clock, red." She glanced at Raine in surprise, but because of her previous lapse in composure, she quickly turned her head back this time.

A waiter brought over a tray and asked if he needed a drink or beverage. Ryan took a glass of coconut water.

"Mr. 3$"

Ryan's lips twitched. He took a 5-dollar chip from the middle-aged man next to him and threw it onto the tray. Then he turned to him and said something.

"I'll return it to you later."

"Haha, don't be so polite, brother." The middle-aged man adopted an extremely humble attitude, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The people around him looked down on Ryan's behavior; they all simply pulled out a bill from their pockets and handed it to the waiter.

They did it again, and everyone bet wrong, except for Ryan.

Ryan bet on a number, which is 35 times the stake, so two 100 chips quickly became 7200.

Ryan stacked his chips into a pillar, just like he used to do in Hong Kong movies when he was a kid.

"Lucky kid."

He heard the Latino say the same thing about him, and Ryan turned and smiled: "I wish you good luck from now on, sir."

This is the fat sheep he's eyeing. He'd better be lucky, otherwise how will he get his hands on it?

The entire process of roulette is a game between the banker and the player; there is no interaction between the players themselves.

Ryan had both wins and losses, but each time he lost, the amount was small, while each time he won, the amount was large.

The middle-aged man next to him initially just watched, but soon followed Ryan's lead and placed bets. As he kept betting, the amount in front of him gradually increased.

This anomaly quickly attracted the attention of others.

The white man, who had initially been tidying himself up in the mirror, had lost interest and was now staring intently at Ryan.

Because in front of him, the chips had already piled up like a mountain.

If winning once can be attributed to luck, winning twice can be attributed to coincidence, then winning three times can only have one outcome.

This person cheated, which is called cheating.

Two tall, burly men had somehow appeared behind Raine, but he didn't seem to care.

What a joke! If others could see through his cheating, he'd just find a fair-skinned girl and smash his head against her head.

As the game progressed, Ryan's bets grew larger and larger.

"Thirty thousand, bet fifteen."

He deliberately bet 90% of his chips.

The middle-aged man immediately followed suit, while the others hesitated.

Finally, the Latino turned to Ryan and smiled, "Friend, if we win this time, I'll treat you to a big meal tonight."

Ryan smiled but didn't say anything. The other person continued, "By the way, let's get acquainted. My name is Murphy, and this is Raymond. We live in Manhattan. If you have time, you're welcome to come over and have a chat."

They already considered Ryan a master cheater. In a casino, even if they suspect you of cheating, they cannot arrest you directly without clear evidence.

Of course, they would choose to expel the person, because they cannot conduct a body search without any concrete evidence, but they can blacklist the individual and never entertain them again.

Ryan is probably enjoying the process right now, but he doesn't care, since no one here can expel him if he wants to.

"16 PM, red."