Seeing these words, Edward Harris was finally convinced that he had truly found a treasure. Now, he needed to go back and find a quiet place to carefully study this book. The ancients took great care with every word and sentence when writing; sometimes, if the meaning of a single character was misunderstood, the entire meaning could be completely reversed.

Carefully tucking the book into his chest, Edward Harris walked briskly into the casino. The excitement from winning money earlier in the afternoon had been completely replaced by the book he had just found. Now, what he wanted most was to go back, find a quiet place, and slowly study the "Four Internal Arts" book he held close.

“Big brother, how’s your luck?” With something good on his mind, Edward Harris no longer found the various noisy sounds in the casino so annoying.

“Just a few more rounds and we can leave.” William Harris replied without even turning his head.

“You’ve won that much?” Edward Harris hadn’t expected his brother’s luck to really turn around. He’d only been gone for a short while, and his brother had already won a fortune.

“Win? I’m about to lose it all again.” Alice Bennett happened to be standing next to William Harris and sighed. He had always found William Harris disagreeable, so he deliberately bet against him every time: when William Harris bet on “one,” he bet on “two”; when William Harris bet on “two,” he bet on “four.” Strangely enough, neither of them had much luck, and the money they had just borrowed was quickly running out.

Edward Harris squeezed in next to William Harris and only then noticed that his brother had about five strings of cash left, while Alice Bennett had less than two, with only a single one-thousand-wen note and a pile of copper coins remaining. He’d only been gone for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, and they had already lost eighty percent of their gambling funds. It seemed they really were having a streak of bad luck today.

“Big brother, how about I place the next bet for you?” Seeing how badly William Harris was losing, Edward Harris was quite worried about whether he’d be able to get back the money he’d just lent out.

“Alright, I’ll take a break.” William Harris glanced at Edward Harris, thought for a moment, and agreed. Winning back their losses today seemed nearly impossible, so maybe letting his third brother try a few rounds would bring some luck. After all, his track record was right there—he’d turned ten strings of cash into sixty in no time at all.

“Bet as much as you want, place your bets quickly, once the bets are down, no more changes!”

“I bet on ‘three.’” Edward Harris pushed all the notes in front of his brother onto the big “three” on the table.

“Third brother, you…” William Harris was stunned by Edward Harris’s move. He had originally wanted to show him the tricks of the casino, but now he was witnessing his brother’s own skills.

“Big brother, if we’re going to win, let’s win big. If we lose, we’ll just go home. I’m already starving.” Edward Harris said calmly, ignoring William Harris’s astonished look.

“Young Harris is right, if we lose it all, we’ll just head back early.” Next to him, Alice Bennett also pushed all his remaining money onto “three.”

“Haven’t you always bet against me?” William Harris sneered when he saw Alice Bennett following his third brother’s bet.

“This time I’m following Young Harris, it has nothing to do with you.” Alice Bennett snorted.

“You…! Haha, we won!” William Harris was about to argue with Alice Bennett, but the dealer quickly announced the result, shifting his attention back to the table—because the result was indeed “three.”

“Bet on two.” Without a word, Edward Harris pushed all the money onto “two.”

This time, William Harris didn’t try to stop him, and Alice Bennett excitedly pushed all his money, principal and winnings, onto “two” as well. He had great faith in Edward Harris.

Sure enough, as expected, William Harris now had twenty strings of cash, and Alice Bennett had nearly eight.

“Bet on one.” Edward Harris calmly moved all the money onto “one,” and Alice Bennett followed suit.

“Wow!”

Three consecutive winning bets in a row—everyone around the table gasped in amazement. This guy’s luck was incredible! The odds of winning like this were much lower than just betting on high or low.

The most excited of all was, of course, William Harris, because his money had gone from five strings to forty in the blink of an eye. Even withdrawing money from the bank wasn’t this fast.

But after three rounds, Edward Harris stopped betting. “Third brother, why aren’t you betting anymore?” William Harris asked curiously.

“Big brother, my luck today peaked with those three wins in a row. If I keep betting and lose…” Edward Harris hesitated.

“Then let’s stop. Come on, let’s go eat at Wulin Restaurant.” William Harris swept all the money on the table into his money pouch in one practiced motion, clearly the result of much experience.

Seeing them finally leave, the dealer at the table secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Today was really something else—he had no idea where this kid came from, but his luck was so strong it was as if he could win whenever he wanted, and there was nothing the house could do about it. Watching them walk away, the dealer’s voice grew noticeably louder: “Bet as much as you want, place your bets quickly, once the bets are down, no more changes!”

“Big brother, aren’t we going home for dinner?” Edward Harris was surprised to see they were heading to Wulin Restaurant again. They had servants at home, and the food should be better than at any restaurant.

“Third brother, are you rusty or have you really forgotten? Who in Lin’an likes to eat at home?” William Harris replied.