C20 Underground Casino

Ye Fan ended the call and headed to the nearby bank to withdraw his entire savings.

Holding a paltry five hundred dollars in his hands, Ye Fan smirked ruefully. This was the sum total of his current assets.

He activated the GPS and sped off in Su Yurou's Maserati towards Ocean's Edge Casino.

The casino was cleverly concealed; the facade was a bustling arcade, a mere front for the lucrative gambling den hidden within.

Ocean's Edge was the largest underground casino in Blaland, boasting an opulent decor with high-end flooring and lighting that sprawled over a thousand square meters.

Every imaginable gambling game was available, from slot machines to mahjong, Texas poker to Jack. If it was a popular game, it was there.

The clientele was diverse, ranging from high-powered executives and office workers to street toughs and laborers. Predominantly, though, it was a haunt for the wealthy, given the steep cost of participation.

Around a lavish gambling table, the gamblers' faces were a mosaic of emotions—some beamed with joy, others grimaced with worry, and a few hurled expletives in frustration.

The casino's underground setting meant that it was a free-for-all, with a cacophony of noises filling the air—shouts, swearing, and the clatter of dice.

Flamboyantly dressed women were part of the scenery, some perched on gamblers' laps, giggling incessantly, while others lounged at the reception, sipping drinks and scouting for their next 'mark.'

The establishment operated on a no-cash basis. Bets were placed with chips, which could later be exchanged for cash.

Chips came in various denominations, with the largest being a thousand dollars, followed by five hundred, two hundred, and one hundred.

The smallest denomination was a hundred dollars, indicating that the minimum bet was likewise a hundred dollars.

Ye Fan couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the place. It was every bit the big-time casino he had imagined.

Approaching the front desk with measured steps, Ye Fan pulled out his last five hundred dollars and laid it on the counter, requesting, "I'd like to exchange this for chips, please."

The front desk attendants, noting Ye Fan's plain attire and modest exchange, cast a look of scorn his way. Even the seductively dressed woman sipping her drink nearby quickly lost interest in Ye Fan.

Ye Fan accepted five $100 chips and walked away from the front desk.

"Poor guy," whispered the two receptionists under their breath.

Scanning the room, Ye Fan made his way to a dice game table.

This table was the hottest spot in the Ocean's Edge casino, with the highest stakes. Ye Fan's choice to play dice was strategic; it was the quickest way to win money. More importantly, he was confident that with his current abilities, he could discern the roll outcomes—and if needed, he could resort to a little sleight of hand.

A crowd of gamblers encircled the dice table, where a croupier in a suit was orchestrating the betting. Surprisingly, the dice cup was electronically controlled, eliminating the need for manual handling, as the players excitedly called out their bets.

The game involved predicting the outcome of three dice within the dice cup—either the total sum or specific numbers.

This table's rules were quite complex. Betting on the sum required a minimum of $300 with 2-to-1 odds. Betting on specific numbers or a triple, known as 'leopard,' started at $100, with varying odds depending on the combination.

Ye Fan observed that the highest payouts were for the leopard at 50-to-1, followed by 4 and 17, both at 40-to-1 odds.

Without drawing attention, Ye Fan edged closer.

"Four, five, six—big!" announced the croupier as he opened the dice cup.

Those who had bet correctly erupted in laughter, while the losers hung their heads in disappointment, cursing under their breath.

"Come on, last bets, no more after this!"

The croupier continued to call out, directing the gamblers to place their bets within the thirty-second window. As time expired, no further bets were allowed, and the croupier sealed the dice cup.

"Damn, it's got to be big this time!"

"No way, it's going to be small again!"

The gamblers continued to argue and place their bets.

Ye Fan simply shrugged and tossed all his chips into the leopard betting area, going all-in on a triple.

The other gamblers remained unfazed by his bold move. They had seen plenty of young gamblers like Ye Fan come in with high hopes, only to leave with sighs of regret.

The thirty-second countdown ended, and the croupier quickly finalized the bets before securing the dice cup.

"Big, big, big!"

"Small, small, small!"

The bettors around the table were shouting their wagers.

The croupier lifted the lid off the dice cup.

"Six, six, six!"

A triple!

"Damn, a triple? Really?"

"Son of a gun, it's a triple."

Envious glances were cast Ye Fan's way as the crowd internally lamented their own luck, wondering why they hadn't thought to bet on a triple. Ye Fan had only risked 500, but with a payout of fifty to one, he had just pocketed 25,000.

Ye Fan flashed a wide grin, scooping up his winning chips with gusto.

Earning money like this was too easy; he was getting hooked on the thrill of gambling! Ye Fan resolved that whenever he was short on cash, he'd just swing by the casino. It seemed like easy money.

Truth be told, Ye Fan hadn't tampered with the outcome; his exceptional hearing had clued him in that it was a triple.

Far from cashing out, Ye Fan was determined to win a few hundred thousand more before calling it a day.

The game went on.

"Final bets, prepare for the roll!" the croupier announced.

On the second roll, Ye Fan went for 17 points, slamming down a bet of 20,000.

The crowd inhaled sharply at the sight, their attention now fully fixed on Ye Fan.

They had initially thought Ye Fan was just dabbling for fun, but now it seemed the kid was getting cocky. Betting 20,000 on a 17-point roll? With a forty-to-one payout, did he really think it was that easy? Was he out of his mind with greed?

"Damn, have you lost your mind?"

"This is hilarious. Kid, do you even know the odds of hitting a 17?"

"Kid, you just won on a triple, and now you're dropping 20,000 on a 17? You think you own the casino or something?"

Scoffs and chuckles rippled through the onlookers, convinced Ye Fan had either lost his wits or was just plain money-crazed. Betting 20,000 on a 17-point roll was absurd.

Ye Fan ignored their taunts, his gaze steady on the croupier as he awaited the next reveal from the dice cup.

"Six, six, five – that's 17 points! It's big!"

"Wow!"

In a heartbeat, the gambling table at Ocean's Edge fell eerily quiet, every gambler's face painted with astonishment.

"Damn, is that really a 17-point roll?"

"Son of a gun, what kind of luck does this kid have?"

All eyes were on Ye Fan, their gazes filled with shock. Even those who had bet big were irked; they had only doubled their money, while Ye Fan had just raked in a 40-fold return on his bet of 20,000!

Ye Fan had placed a 20,000 wager, and the odds for hitting a 17-point bet were 40 to 1. That meant Ye Fan had just pocketed a cool 800,000!

As Ye Fan casually collected his 800,000 in chips, the other gamblers could only gulp in envy, their eyes alight with greed and jealousy.

Even the croupier took an extra moment to glance at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's heart was racing with excitement. He hadn't expected his luck to be this good; he hadn't even needed to pull any tricks and had already hit two high-odds wins in a row.

Initially planning to walk away after winning a few hundred thousand, Ye Fan now had his sights set on surpassing a million. With over 820,000 already in hand, he figured he could reach his new goal soon enough, even without landing another high-odds win.

The other gamblers just thought Ye Fan's luck was outrageously good. They were convinced that if he kept playing, he'd end up losing everything but his underwear!

"Tsk tsk, if I were him, I'd take the money and run," one gambler remarked.

"Absolutely, he's won over eight hundred thousand in two bets – he's made a killing!" another chimed in, his face a mask of envy.

"Damn, I bet this kid's going to lose it all soon enough!"

Ignoring the crowd's jeers, Ye Fan remained laser-focused on the dice cup.

In the third round, Ye Fan boldly bet on ten points, tossing another twenty thousand into the fray!

Most gamblers prefer the straightforward big or small bets due to the higher chances of winning. Ye Fan's strategy of betting on specific numbers was a rarity.

The gamblers watched the dice cup with bated breath, their eyes bulging as if trying to will the outcome with sheer force of thought.

"Four, four, two, ten, high!" announced the croupier as he lifted the dice cup.

"At last, I hit it, damn it!"

"Holy shit, he finally hit it! If he hadn't, I'd be eating dirt by now!"

The gamblers erupted in excited shouts.

"He's hit the number again!" one gambler exclaimed upon noticing Ye Fan.

All eyes were once again on Ye Fan.

With a slight smirk, Ye Fan calculated his win. The odds for hitting ten were eight to one, netting him an easy 160,000 yuan. He was on the verge of owning a million yuan.

The expressions on the gamblers' faces were blank. This guy's luck was off the charts!