The fat man sneered contemptuously, “Kid, you’re only changing this little bit? I’m afraid you don’t have enough to lose!”

No longer impulsive as before, Emily Thompson replied calmly, “Cut the crap. Let’s begin.”

Seeing that Emily Thompson ignored him and made himself look foolish, the fat man stopped rambling. With his chubby hand, he grabbed the dice cup and swept up the three crystal dice on the table, shaking them.

Emily Thompson stared intently at the dice cup swaying in the fat man’s hand mid-air. His grave expression made the fat man feel a bit uneasy, thinking to himself, “Could this sucker I found be pretending to be weak to catch the strong? I’d better not trip up here.” But, confident in his own skills, the thought only flashed through the fat man’s mind for a moment.

When the fat man slammed the dice cup down, Emily Thompson calmly pushed one hundred thousand in chips onto the “small” bet. Seeing this, the fat man was secretly delighted. Looks like I don’t even need to cheat this time—this kid really is a sucker.

But Emily Thompson had other plans in mind. Although he could use his true energy to secretly change the dice result, he couldn’t be sure what number he’d end up with. In that case, it would just be a game of luck between him and the fat man. To be honest, judging by today’s luck, Emily Thompson knew he was down on his luck. If he wanted to win completely, the only way was to change the way the game was played. With this thought, Emily Thompson already had a plan, and deliberately withdrew the true energy he had summoned.

“Open! Fourteen points, big.” With the fat man’s triumphant announcement, the surrounding gamblers let out a sigh of regret. To Emily Thompson, it sounded a bit different—seems like I’m quite popular. But the fat man wouldn’t be smug for long; now it was his turn to put on a show.

Emily Thompson suddenly slapped the gambling table, his face flushed red, and shouted angrily, “Damn it, I don’t believe in this bad luck today! Here’s nine hundred thousand, I’m still betting on small!” Then he turned to the dealer beside him and said, “Get me another two million in chips.” With that, he tossed his membership card to the dealer. The beautiful dealer, a seasoned professional, had already noticed the fat man was an expert, but knowing his background, she understood she couldn’t afford to offend people like him. Though she felt a bit sorry for Emily Thompson, she couldn’t say anything. Seeing Emily Thompson’s furious look, she knew things were about to go south and couldn’t help but remind him, “Sir, it’s just a game. No need to get upset. Why not stop here?”

“What the hell does this have to do with you? Mind your own damn business!” The fat man was actually afraid that Emily Thompson would just walk away, letting a fat sheep escape. Hearing the dealer speak, he immediately cursed her out.

Emily Thompson didn’t respond either. Helpless, the beautiful dealer could only take the membership card Emily Thompson gave her to exchange for chips, sighing inwardly, “I’ve done all I can.”

Meanwhile, seeing Emily Thompson’s red face and thick neck, the fat man was overjoyed. This kid is desperate—he’s even betting before I shake the dice. Isn’t that just handing me money? Today’s really a windfall. A few more rounds and I’ll make over three million, haha. But I’d better make him confirm his bet on small, otherwise it could get messy. After all, by the usual rules, you shake first and bet after. Such easy pickings are rare.

“Kid, you’re sure you’re betting on small?”

“Cut the crap, I’m sticking with it today. Shake already.” Emily Thompson’s eyes were bloodshot, his left hand clenched into a fist as he spoke harshly. His right hand, meanwhile, was casually resting on the side of the gambling table.

With Emily Thompson’s confirmation, the fat man didn’t hesitate. The dice cup danced rapidly in his hand, and after slamming it down, he confidently lifted the cup—only to be startled by the result. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He’d meant to roll a four, six, and six—sixteen, big—but somehow it turned out to be one, three, and four—eight, small.

“Damn it, finally a small! Looks like my luck’s turning around.” At this moment, Emily Thompson looked every bit the gambler, his eyes shining. “Fatty, what are you waiting for? Pay up!”

Coincidence? Mistake? Staring at Emily Thompson for a while, the fat man finally blamed it on a slip in his own technique. After paying out nine hundred thousand in chips, the beautiful dealer who had gone to exchange chips for Emily Thompson returned. Seeing the pile of chips in front of Emily Thompson, her beautiful eyes flickered with surprise.

Emily Thompson kept up his agitated act, his voice rough: “One more round! I’m putting all two point nine million on small!” He shoved all his chips forward. The onlookers thought to themselves, this guy’s got guts. While this wasn’t a huge bet by the standards of the Golden Jade casino, that was only true for the VIP rooms on the second floor—everyone gambling there was a billionaire. At least in the public gaming area, Emily Thompson’s bet was definitely heavyweight.

The fat man was starting to lose his composure. After losing the last round, he was now hesitant, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the huge pile of chips on the table.