Chapter Twenty: Defying Fate with Gambling Skills

With odds of one to one, it meant that whatever Yang Wenhao wagered, he would win an equal amount. He wasn’t sure how much was in that stack of money, but it was at least a hundred thousand. Soon, after the dealer finished paying out the winners, a new round began.

“Place your bets, please.” This time, the dealer gave Yang Wenhao a particular look, noticing his pensive expression, as if he was struggling over which side to choose. This demeanor only reinforced the other gamblers’ belief that Yang Wenhao’s previous win was pure luck.

The gamblers continued to place their bets as usual, but some, after placing their chips, glanced over at Yang Wenhao, eager to see which option this second-generation rich kid would choose next.

“All in on Small,” Yang Wenhao said after a moment’s thought, ultimately deciding to bet everything on Small.

Xiaomei, standing by, twitched her lips. “Brother Yang, Small again?”

She thought that after such a win, it would be wise to show a little restraint, but Yang Wenhao insisted on betting it all again, which she found incomprehensible.

“Do it.”

Hearing Yang Wenhao repeat himself, Xiaomei had no choice but to put all the chips on Small once more.

This time, the other gamblers were ready to watch Yang Wenhao make a fool of himself. Soon, the dealer prepared to reveal the dice as the betting ended.

But the moment the cover was lifted and the three dice were revealed, the gamblers were left dumbstruck once again.

“Damn, this guy…”

They stared in disbelief at the numbers on the dice. Yang Wenhao’s chips had doubled yet again.

“This time, all in on Triple.”

Originally, quite a few people were planning to follow Yang Wenhao’s bet, but as soon as they heard he was going all in on Triple, they shook their heads and gave up on the idea.

Betting on Triple is much harder than betting on Big or Small, so few people ever do it. And when they do, it’s just for fun.

When Yang Wenhao hit it right for the second time, even the dealer was stunned. But upon hearing Yang Wenhao’s new bet, he sneered inwardly; after all, luck only lasts so long. He figured Yang Wenhao’s streak was over.

The cover was about to be lifted…

“The result… Three threes, Triple.”

All the gamblers at the table were left staring in disbelief. What luck was this? He called Small and it was Small; he called Triple and it was Triple.

Some people immediately began to get restless.

Now, the way they looked at Yang Wenhao had changed. Three wild guesses and three perfect hits. Guessing Big or Small was possible, but Triple was another matter entirely—no one could just guess that.

They were all waiting to follow his lead in the next round, hoping to get a share of the windfall.

The fourth round…

“Triple Ones, all in again.”

Yang Wenhao’s calm voice rang out, jolting the gamblers. They had all been waiting to see where he would place his bet, planning to follow him, but as soon as they heard he was betting on Triple Ones, they froze.

“He really thinks his luck is unbeatable, huh? Betting on something like that,” one gambler sneered, clearly envious. Yang Wenhao had already won so much and still wasn’t satisfied, while they could only bet small amounts back and forth, mostly losing.

“I’ll just watch this round, not betting. Let’s see if he can win again,” another gambler said, a sentiment shared by many. Still, a few couldn’t resist and followed Yang Wenhao, betting on Triple Ones.

The odds for Triple are one hundred and fifty to one. One win and your bet multiplies by one hundred and fifty, but lose, and you’re wiped out.

The probability of hitting Triple is only 0.46 percent—not even one percent. Very few people bet on it because the odds are so slim.

This was the last round, at least in Yang Wenhao’s mind, and in the minds of the others as well. If he won, he would make over a hundred times his bet; if he lost, he’d be ruined.

They were all waiting to see him fall, but the moment dragged on.

At this point, the dealer gave Yang Wenhao a meaningful look.

Then, a casino staff member walked over and whispered a few words into the dealer’s ear. No one knew what was said—not even Yang Wenhao heard it. The gamblers didn’t care; such things weren’t uncommon and didn’t seem suspicious.

“Reveal,” the dealer said, his gloved hands lifting the black cloth.

All eyes were on the dice—some hoping for Yang Wenhao to win, others for him to lose.

The cloth was lifted. The three dice lay quietly beneath.

“Triple Ones.”

The dealer’s words cut like a knife into those who had been waiting to see Yang Wenhao fall flat on his face.

No one could have expected that Yang Wenhao would “guess” correctly again.

One hundred fifty times the bet—at those odds, even a single dollar would be a huge win.

By now, Yang Wenhao’s chips were piled high before him, making the other gamblers burn with envy.

Several who had followed his bet, though they hadn’t wagered as much, still walked away with a massive windfall.

Seven hundred and twenty million—that was the total of Yang Wenhao’s winnings.

At that moment, several men in black suits approached. One of them, wearing glasses, smiled slightly and said, “Sir, our boss would like to see you.”

Before Yang Wenhao could respond, several of the gamblers recognized them.

“They’re from the Axe Gang. I bet this kid’s in trouble.”

“Yeah, serves him right for not knowing when to quit.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if his body turns up in the street tomorrow.”

The voices were low, but Yang Wenhao heard them.

He smiled faintly—this was exactly the outcome he wanted.

Still, he had to keep up appearances.

He put on a troubled look and said, “What about all my chips?”

The man with glasses replied calmly, “Please don’t worry, sir. We’ve already arranged for your chips to be tallied and they’ll be brought to you shortly.”

“But I don’t even know your boss. What does he want with me?” Yang Wenhao said, “How about this: I’ll keep some of my chips, you exchange the rest, and when I’ve made enough, I’ll consider meeting your boss.”

The man with glasses looked somewhat embarrassed. “Please, sir, don’t make things difficult for us. The Axe Gang is very sincere in inviting you.”

Yang Wenhao feigned nervousness. “Well, if that’s the case, you’re not going to take a penny more than you should, right?”

“Of course not, sir.” Seeing Yang Wenhao act this way, the man’s face softened. “Please come with us. The cash will be delivered to you.”

“All right then. But remember, not a penny more—otherwise, I won’t take it lying down.”