Chapter 67

"Ah! We won again!"

Seeing the result inside the dice cup, Qin Chuchu excitedly shouted.

Although as the young mistress of the Qin family, 80,000 yuan was nothing to her, the thrill of gambling still made her very excited.

Luo Wentao stared intently at the dice cup, where all three dice showed five points. He had lost again.

The dealer's forehead was already drenched in cold sweat, unable to understand why he was losing. Why had his usually infallible manipulation techniques suddenly failed?

A smile appeared on Ye Bufan's lips. Under his control of true qi, not only could the dealer not use any cheating techniques, but even a crowbar couldn't budge the dice.

Now these dice were his pawns, and he could make them show any number he wanted.

Although the dealer was filled with helplessness, he still pushed the eight yellow chips to Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan didn't leave any behind and bet all of them on the big again.

After losing three consecutive rounds, the dealer became increasingly nervous, his hands trembling.

But nervousness couldn't change the situation. Ye Bufan won four more rounds, and now the chips in front of him were piled high, totaling 128.

Luo Wentao's face grew even more grim. Originally, he had planned to let Ye Bufan lose a bit and then control him through high-interest loans.

But the more Ye Bufan won, the more confused Luo Wentao became.

Ye Bufan said, "Young Master Luo, I told you, my luck is really good today. I win every time I gamble."

As he spoke, he pushed the pile of chips in front of him over again, still betting on the big.

At this moment, the dealer's clothes were drenched in sweat. Although Luo Wentao appeared refined, the dealer knew very well how ruthless he could be. If he continued to lose, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But there was nothing he could do. The young man in front of him seemed possessed by a gambling god, leaving him completely helpless.

After another round, there was no surprise. The chips in front of Ye Bufan increased to 256.

Although the Luo family was wealthy, losing 2.56 million at once was still hard to swallow.

He glanced at the dealer, who immediately understood and clutched his stomach, saying, "Boss, I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me. My stomach hurts. Why don't you replace me?"

Luo Wentao said, "Alright, go get Old Eight."

The dealer felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and hurriedly left, his legs trembling as he walked away, having lost over 2 million in one breath, a mental pressure that ordinary people couldn't bear.

Soon, a lean, middle-aged dealer reappeared at the gambling table.

He was one of the best in the casino, known as Ghost Hand Old Eight, most skilled in manipulating dice. It was said that if he didn't let anyone win, no one could take a single cent from him.

Seeing Ghost Hand Old Eight, Luo Wentao finally felt relieved. He turned and said, "Mr. Ye, are you going to bet all of them again?"

He hoped Ye Bufan would push all the chips again, so he could turn the tide in one round.

Qin Chuchu seemed to sense something was wrong and said, "Xiao Fan, luck isn't reliable. Why don't we bet less?"

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "Don't worry, my luck was calculated by a master. It can't be driven away."

With that, he pushed all the chips in front of him on the big again.

A cold smile appeared on Luo Wentao's face as he said to Ghost Hand Old Eight, "Start!"

Ghost Hand Old Eight was extremely calm. He took the dice cup, shook it lightly a few times, and casually placed it on the table.

With his skills, controlling the dice inside the cup was as easy as controlling his own fingers, both flexible and stable, requiring no extra effort.

But when he lifted the lid, he was stunned. The three ones he had shaken became three sixes instantly, and Ye Bufan won again.

After this round, he had five red chips in front of him, each representing 1 million, plus 12 yellow chips, totaling 5.12 million.

Seeing his losses increase, Luo Wentao became even more anxious. If he lost another round, it would be 10.24 million.

Ye Bufan picked up the chips in front of him, seemingly not caring about the money, and bet them all on the big again.

Ghost Hand Old Eight realized he had encountered a master. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and began to shake the dice cup again.

This time he was extremely serious, using four or five different techniques, finally using a move called "Flower Rain," making the dice cup a blur as it landed on the table.

Despite his best efforts, when he opened the lid, it was still three sixes.

Ghost Hand Old Eight's expression changed dramatically. He had started learning cheating techniques at the age of ten and had never encountered such a situation.

Generally, being able to hear the numbers from the shaking of the dice cup was already rare. This was the first time he had met someone who could control the dice numbers in advance.

He had seen the top ten gamblers in the world and didn't dare to claim he was the best, but he was familiar with various cheating techniques. Yet, he couldn't figure out how the other person did it.

To say the other person wasn't cheating but won 10 consecutive rounds was unbelievable.

But if the other person was cheating, how did they do it without moving a finger?

"I told you my luck is really good today. It can't be stopped."

Ye Bufan seemed to ignore Luo Wentao and Ghost Hand Old Eight's grim faces, chuckled, and bet all the chips again.

"20.48 million!"

"40.96 million!"

"81.92 million!"

Ye Bufan won three more rounds. When the result of the third round was revealed, Ghost Hand Old Eight's face turned pale. He had used all his skills, but it was still ineffective.

Over 80 million was a significant amount. Losing so much money, Luo Wentao wouldn't let him off easily.

Thinking of this, he felt dizzy and fainted, falling to the ground.

"What's wrong? Fainting after losing this much money? You don't even have to pay for it!" Ye Bufan showed great disdain for Ghost Hand Old Eight, turning to Luo Wentao and saying, "Young Master Luo, the people in your casino are not in good health. One had diarrhea, and now another has fainted. Get someone stronger, I'm not done yet."

Luo Wentao still had a fake smile on his face, but he was in great pain. Over 80 million was a significant amount.

Moreover, he had lost face in front of Qin Chuchu. His large casino couldn't even beat someone who had never gambled before.

He waved his hand, and someone immediately carried Ghost Hand Old Eight away. He then said to a nearby waiter, "Go get Uncle Zhao."

The waiter agreed and quickly ran to the back of the casino, soon bringing a man in his sixties.

This old man was dressed in a black cotton suit and wore straw shoes, looking like a farmer at first glance.

But the casino staff knew how formidable Uncle Zhao was. Luo Wentao had hired him from Hong Kong at great expense. Although he rarely acted, he was the stabilizing force of the entire casino.