Demigod Mage in America

Ryan's smile remained unchanged, but the others looked as if they had eaten shit.

Because they all followed Ryan's lead in placing bets, and Ryan had placed 3 chips and still had more than 3000 chips left, which they didn't know.

The man named Murphy has been identified; he is the Murphy they have been searching for.

How so?

That's incredibly weak.

Ryan had already decided his fate: once his Christmas Eve party failed to attract any of his attention, that night would be transformed into something else entirely.

The Night of the Hunt.

The kind of game he wants is with those who are close to him; a bastard like him doesn't even deserve to look up to him.

My friend Raymond, although he doesn't know who this is, is probably not on his side if he can get along with Murphy.

The other gamblers left after the results were announced, as many had chosen to go all in, following Ryan's lead.

Going all in is a sign of wisdom, but if you go all in wrong, then you're doomed.

The middle-aged man next to him immediately broke down.

"Oh no, my money! How am I going to get back to Honggong now?! I don't have money for a plane ticket!"

As Ryan watched the two security guards behind him prepare to drag him away, he couldn't help but grab five hundred-dollar chips from the side and toss them over.

"Consider it a loan from you earlier."

"Thank you! Thank you, boss!" The man was overjoyed, but instead of leaving to go home, he turned around and went back to the card table.

However, he did not follow Renn this time.

Renn watched this scene with a cold eye, and could only say that some people were probably destined to die.

He stopped paying attention to that and turned to look at the roulette wheel.

At this moment, Murphy and Raymond looked extremely grim, because they had each bet 2 and had actually lost.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to Renn, wondering if the man was playing a trick on him.

In the new round, he dared not bet, nor did Raymond. Apart from the new gambler, only Ryan was playing at the table.

"36, red." The dealer looked at Ryan.

From the moment we started until now, Ryan has consistently bet on numbers, and either he loses or he wins.

Through the headset, my colleague was already checking the surveillance footage, but couldn't see anything unusual.

Casino machines are difficult for others to tamper with, so they suspected that Ryan might have used some advanced AI technology to hack into their backend and make modifications.

But they soon had to give up because they found no trace of it.

"Is everything normal?" A woman dressed in a kimono, with long black hair reaching her waist and a cold expression, asked as she sipped her tea.

"Hi, we can't find anything wrong with him. What should we do?"

"Let's observe for a while longer."

"Hi!"

The woman appeared to be around thirty years old, with a cold and expressionless face. Only when she looked at Ryan's face on the screen would she show a thoughtful expression.

At this point, Ryan had 5 chips in front of him, and most of the guests at the table had already left.

Even the dealer was sweating profusely. No matter how handsome Ryan was, he couldn't put food on the table. But she had stumbled upon such a strange thing, and she might really go hungry!

Raymond and Murphy had already left; after losing another 20,000, they withdrew.

Ryan didn't rush to follow. Instead, he played with the dealer for a while longer, raising his chips to over 5 before throwing five chips over to the dealer, who looked pale.

"Here's a tip, hope you have a good evening."

The dealer gave a smile that looked more like a grimace, the chips in his hand feeling like a hot potato, unsure whether to keep them or throw them away.

At this moment, Ryan had arrived in front of a VIP room, and the security guards who had been following him immediately stopped him.

"Sir, this is the VIP area. Please show your identification."

Ryan reached into his pocket and handed over a card.

After the security guard finished reading, he respectfully returned it to him, and Ryan reached out and took it.

However, the moment he put it in his pocket, the card vanished into thin air.

[Secondary Phantom] A little trick that apprentices use to swindle money.

However, Raine's spells are different. Ordinary mages can only affect hearing and vision, while Raine can directly affect touch.

So Renn walked openly into the casino's VIP area.

The VIP area is divided into three directions.

Renn glanced at the road signs, which read: Competition, Entertainment, Cooperation.

He closed his eyes to sense the movements of the two fat sheep from before, then smiled and walked towards the arena.

If we were to pinpoint the biggest difference between the VIP area and the regular area, it would likely be the quietness.

There were no noisy crowds or reckless gamblers around; only well-dressed gentlemen and ladies.

Ryan's arrival naturally attracted their attention, especially the women.

From the innocent age of thirteen or fourteen to women in their fifties or sixties who have lost interest in certain desires, they all unconsciously turned their heads when they saw Ryan.

A woman dressed in an evening gown and wearing a crown walked gracefully toward Rennes.

"Sir, do you have a female companion?" she asked, her face flushed and slightly nervous.

"No, what's wrong?" Ryan looked at her and answered, but leaned back slightly.

Although he was alright looking, he smelled a bit bad, which wasn't what he wanted.

"I was just wondering if you need a female companion?"

"Sorry, no need."

After giving a smile, Ryan turned and left without looking back, leaving the rejected girl bewildered in the wind.

She didn't understand why any man would reject her.

Shouldn't they have risked everything to get close to her, strip her naked, and just to taste her flawless body?

Ryan politely declined several more women who approached him; they were all good girls, but unfortunately, they weren't his type.

After all, these people have tattoos all over their hands, or in hidden places.

He also saw someone with a spade tattoo on their foot, but he decided to pass.

He had absolutely no intention of hunting for women when he came to a place like this.

The bodyguards behind them exchanged a glance, a hint of envy unconsciously appearing in their eyes.

Why haven't these two ever seen so many girls approaching them?

They might spend $1000 and still not find them to spend a day with them, but Ryan didn't spend a penny and people were already trying to get his contact information.

Ryan didn't care what others were thinking; all he cared about now was making money.

At the end of the corridor was a luxuriously decorated room.

When Ryan opened the door, many people turned to look at him, but most of them were still doing their own thing.

He glanced around and discovered that the group was playing Texas Hold'em.

My mind immediately became active.

Texas is great, you have to have fun in Texas.

If there's any game where you can have it both ways, Texas Hold'em is undoubtedly one of them.

After Ryan sat down at the table, the other gamblers didn't react much, but Murphy and Raymond's expressions changed. They were clearly reminded of the fear of being dominated by Ryan not long ago.