At this moment, Emily Thompson had already swiped his card to exchange for five hundred thousand in chips. After giving half to David Brooks, the two of them went off in their own directions.

Emily Thompson chose a dice table, since this was the simplest and most straightforward form of gambling—one round decides win or lose. In Emily Thompson's own words, if you're going to gamble, do it with gusto.

There were more people crowded around this table than any of the others. Emily Thompson squeezed in after finally finding a gap, and only then did he understand why this table was so popular. Unexpectedly, the dealer was a woman—and not just any woman, but the kind of beauty who made men's eyes light up involuntarily at first sight. Coupled with her revealing outfit, it was no wonder the crowd was so large. Of course, Emily Thompson also followed the crowd, letting his gaze linger a few times on the dealer's nearly exposed chest.

The beautiful dealer seemed quite used to the men's suggestive stares and didn't mind at all. "Place your bets... No more bets... Open."

Emily Thompson placed a few bets, but luck didn't seem to be on his side. Before long, he was left with only half his chips. As he hesitated over whether to bet big or small next, someone jostled him from behind. Turning around, he saw a guy so fat his face was practically dripping with oil had bumped into him. At first, Emily Thompson didn't care, but when the fat man saw Emily Thompson looking at him, he arrogantly said, "What are you looking at? If you don't have money to gamble, get out of the way. Don't hog the spot if you're not playing."

Emily Thompson hadn't expected the guy to be so rude. He wasn't exactly known for his good temper, so he glared at the fat man and said coldly, "Which of your eyes saw that I don't have money? With your size, if you squeeze in, there'll probably only be room for you at the table." The others around the table burst out laughing at this.

The fat man, seeing Emily Thompson mocking him, puffed out his belly and said menacingly, "You've got guts, kid! Dare to bet against me? Minimum one hundred thousand per round. If you don't have the nerve, go stand aside for your boss Mr. Parker."

Emily Thompson straightened up. The fat man was at least half a head shorter than him. Looking down, Emily Thompson said, "How do you want to play?"

"Just dice. I'll be the banker, you bet. Simple and clear," the fat man replied.

The gamblers around the table saw Emily Thompson respond and started to get rowdy. On impulse, Emily Thompson agreed.

This kind of thing happened often in casinos, so the beautiful dealer wasn't surprised. She immediately stepped forward and said, "If you two want to bet, the winner needs to pay 10% of the winnings as the casino's cut. Are you both sure you want to proceed?"

At this point, Emily Thompson naturally agreed without hesitation. The fat man was even more outrageous—he'd already moved to the dealer's spot, and his hand, as fat as a pig's trotter, grabbed the dice cup and started shaking it.

With a bang, the fat man slammed the dice cup down and shouted, "Kid, place your bet." Emily Thompson saw he only had 120,000 in chips left, so without another word, he put it all on "small."

After Emily Thompson placed his bet, the fat man's eyes, narrowed to slits, flashed with a sharp light. "Open! Fifteen—big! Hahaha, told you you couldn't do it. Lost it all, go home and wash your ass!"

This time, Emily Thompson was truly pissed. He immediately pulled out his membership card and handed it to the beautiful dealer beside him. "Please help me exchange for one million in chips. Thank you."

The fat man, who had been grinning smugly, looked even more pleased when he saw the A-level membership card Emily Thompson produced.

After the rush of impulse, Emily Thompson gradually calmed down. While the dealer went to exchange chips, Emily Thompson started to ponder. Why had the fat man come to provoke him out of nowhere? The table hadn't been so crowded that there was no room for one more... Could it be intentional? Was he trying to squeeze money out of him, treating him like an easy mark? The more he thought about it, the more convinced Emily Thompson became.

Looking at the fat man, Emily Thompson felt a chill in his heart. If that was the case, then this guy must be a dice expert. As a rookie, wouldn't he just be handing over his money? But if he left now, he really couldn't swallow his pride.

Unintentionally, Emily Thompson's gaze fell on the Shenghan Ring on his left index finger, and a flash of inspiration struck him. Hadn't he already achieved minor success in the Tiandao Foundation Establishment technique? According to the manual, at his current level he should be able to release true energy. Borrowing force through objects—could he try the "striking the cow from across the mountain" technique here?

Taking advantage of the dealer's absence, Emily Thompson hastily began to circulate the Tiandao Heart Formula. A warm sensation rose in his lower abdomen. Without drawing attention, he placed his right hand on the side of the table. With a thought, the true energy in his dantian smoothly flowed out through his right hand, and Emily Thompson targeted the fat man's pile of chips for his experiment.

If the original owner of the Tiandao Record, Henry Scott, knew in heaven that someone was using the number one Daoist cultivation technique for cheating at gambling, he'd probably strike Emily Thompson with a thunderbolt without hesitation.

Emily Thompson tried using twenty percent of his strength, and sure enough, under the pull of his true energy, the chips trembled slightly. Haha, it works! Emily Thompson was overjoyed. At that moment, the dealer returned and handed over one million in chips and the membership card to Emily Thompson.