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The outcome was naturally self-evident. In just a few seconds, the speed was terrifying, deciding the fate of tens of millions of dollars in mere moments. Zheng Yifan, with an overwhelming stroke of luck, turned the fat man's face from flushed red to ghostly white within five minutes!
Bankrupt? He still had the assets he borrowed against! Now, he could only choose bankruptcy; everything he had would go up in smoke, leaving him with nothing.
The fat man trembled as he stared at the dice before him—loss after loss, all losses! Now he was down to his last ten million dollars, his final asset and possibly his only guarantee for survival in the future.
However, after taking another hefty swig of Pink Dream, he shook the dice cup vigorously once more!
He focused intently on the dice inside. Zheng Yifan had already revealed his roll: seven points. As long as he could score above seven, he would win! It seemed too easy—so easy it felt unreal.
Yet the fat man remained tense; how many times had he lost in such inexplicable ways?
After shaking it fiercely a few more times, he slowly lifted the cup. His expression brightened considerably. The first die showed four points; surely he could roll at least three more points with the second die. If he couldn't even manage that, it would truly be a stroke of bad luck!
"Hahaha! I finally won! Luck is finally on my side! Just wait; in a few minutes, you will be bankrupt and jump from a high building—your life will end just like that!" The fat man laughed heartily, opening the dice cup and roaring with joy.
Suddenly, there was an eerie silence around them, so quiet it was unsettling. The fat man's bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. In this gambling game, they could easily switch to another boss. Silently, they began to exit the VIP hall. No one stopped them; they were bodyguards, not patrons of the casino. They could leave now that their boss had changed—not that greasy fat man anymore.
"What a pity! Ah! What a pity! I thought I would lose this time! But no, not even a single chance for anyone else—victory was so clean and decisive." Zheng Yifan looked at the dice before him, a broad smile spreading across his face.
Zheng Yifan had won—so simply and so quickly. The fat man stood there in despair, staring blankly at everything around him. Suddenly, he burst into tears and then laughed maniacally.
No one understood why he reacted this way until moments later when it dawned on them: he had gone mad—a man who had lost everything had lost his mind!
"Sir, the agreement you signed is still in effect. Even if you pretend to be insane, your daughter will repay your debts here in Las Vegas!" A waiter approached him with a cold voice.
But upon hearing this, Zheng Yifan felt a chill run down his spine. So what if he had gone mad? He still couldn't escape Doug Casino's grasp; his daughter would pay a heavy price for his madness.
"Sir, here are your chips. Will you accept the other party's assets or choose to sell them all to our casino? We will offer you a satisfactory price!" Two lawyers and several waiters approached.
Zheng Yifan glanced at the agreement signed by the overweight man in front of him. Although he didn't care much about the assets listed, he thought it would be fun to let Berry play with them. Steel was not his strong suit in this post-apocalyptic world, but providing some basic materials should be manageable.
"I'll take them! Jessica, hand over these properties to Berry for management or arrange for subordinate agencies to handle them!" Zheng Yifan casually tossed the agreement worth billions of dollars to Jessica. With a pleased expression, he looked across at the entertainment facilities within the casino. Almost every conceivable game was available.
However, Zheng Yifan wasn't fond of card games; they were too slow and lacked excitement. He preferred something more straightforward and brutal. For instance, he had already discovered the thrill of dice games.
But now he was playing against the casino, and Zheng Yifan disliked games filled with scheming, especially poker variants like Texas Hold'em.
Yet, with dice, a simple shake revealed the outcome—what was there not to like?
Moreover, it was the fastest option.
Zheng Yifan's goal was to make the entire casino submit to him, which was why he chose this type of gameplay.
"Let's continue playing dice and win this casino back! Later, we can open our own casino for fun!" Zheng Yifan led the way to the large dice table.
The nearby waiter looked at him oddly as a dozen gambling experts gathered around Zheng Yifan. Various surveillance devices replayed every moment of his gambling process.
While others experienced wins and losses, Zheng Yifan's situation was different; he won continuously without giving anyone else a chance.
This was too strange, especially since he had started with roulette. It was known that betting on a single number repeatedly—without wagering on odd/even or colors—made hitting twice in a row extremely difficult. Moreover, within five or six minutes of playing dice, there were no signs of cheating; it was just ordinary dice shaking. The way he played made seasoned gamblers frown; it seemed utterly clumsy. Anyone with even a little gambling experience could shake the dice skillfully; it wasn't hard. Yet Zheng Yifan shook them awkwardly, sometimes causing them to tumble without significant changes in points. But due to his opponents' scores, he kept winning.
In their eyes, this was no longer about gambling techniques but rather the favor of the Fortune Goddess—this was the only explanation that made sense to them.
"Are we just going to watch this man continue winning in our casino?" In the surveillance room, the casino director anxiously looked at his boss, Old Daoist Ge.
He was an elderly man nearing seventy, yet there were no signs of aging on his face. Beside him stood a beautiful woman, her complexion pale as she trembled while watching the images on the monitor, her gaze fixed on Old Daoist Ge.
"By the way, Emily is already considered that man's woman. Arrange for someone to deliver her; we at Doug Casino will never owe a single chip!" Old Daoist Ge looked at the girl, observing her fiery red lips. In the end, he decided against it. For a man who had spent his life keeping promises and building Doug Casino, chips were just chips. Even if they were living chips, they had to be delivered intact. If they were dead, they needed to be packaged properly with an explanation to the customer and compensation for their loss.
Otherwise, how could Doug Casino have become the largest casino in Las Vegas in just a few decades?
It was only this time with the Dream series of drinks that he began to reap significant profits. He needed strength; he needed to hire mercenaries for his own use. He was definitely frightened by the Zombie that night. Of course, he also acquired Dream, that miraculous beverage.
Around his neck hung a crystal clear Crystal, which displayed beautiful waves of gas swirling within it.
If Zheng Yifan saw it, he would surely be astonished; this was a Crystal condensed from a Superpowered Individual. Only Superpowered Individuals above Fifth Level left such Crystals upon death.
Old Daoist Ge had clearly borrowed its power to successfully concoct Dream.
However, he was unaware that he sat idly at the gambling table, pondering how to play. The roulette was already marked on the table; all one had to do was place bets. Zheng Yifan observed the dice table, crowded with players whose chips amounted only to tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Despite their appearances as wealthy individuals, their stakes were modest.
The pace of playing dice was incredibly fast. If one played recklessly, they would quickly lose everything. Although they were continuously drinking Dream, their rationality remained intact; they were merely acting crazily while still retaining some subconscious restraint—there was no way they would gamble recklessly without care.
Those wealthy individuals who usually held themselves to high standards still clung to their last bit of resolve; each bet remained consistent. However, over time, they would inevitably lose everything. Even if Bill Gates came here, a week would be enough for him to go bankrupt.
Yet at Doug Casino, there was someone who had been riding high for nearly two months—a bearded man clutching black chips in his hand while continuously sipping Pink Dream as if it were tea.
Zheng Yifan knew this man wasn't a true millionaire; his attire revealed him as a standard commoner. Yet here he was with twenty million dollars worth of chips—a staggering sum that a common person might never even glimpse in their lifetime; accumulating wealth like that could take them an entire lifetime and still only amount to one percent of this man's fortune.
Now he appeared here, wildly drinking Dream before sitting down next to Zheng Yifan.
Zheng Yifan realized that this fellow had already been enchanted by Dream but wondered why he continued to linger here.
Is there really someone in this world who has been eroded by Vital Energy and still shows no signs of problems?
Zheng Yifan looked closely at him, dismissing his thoughts.
It was simply impossible. That man was clearly enchanted by Dream, casually tossing a one-million chip onto the dice table.
"Which bet are you placing?" Dealer asked the man, as his chip landed right between two betting spots, leaving Dealer unable to discern his exact intention.
"Put it all on single!" the man slurred.
Zheng Yifan stared at him in surprise; it was the first time he had seen someone get drunk on Dream.
Such a situation was rare. After all, it was a beverage, not alcohol. How could one get drunk from it?
Seeing Zheng Yifan's expression, Tang Long explained from the side: "This Fellow is the only one at Doug Casino who has played for two months without losing everything, and he’s even made money. Look at the chips in his hand; when he first came here, he only had 00 dollars."
Tang Long's explanation left Zheng Yifan somewhat astonished. Could someone really play here for two months and win money purely by luck? That seemed impossible!
Zheng Yifan's surprise was only for himself; everyone else had already grown accustomed to it! Who hasn’t? The person sitting next to him had already won over five hundred million! (To be continued)
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