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Before long, Simon Bai had amassed a huge pile of chips in front of him. The beautiful female croupier across from him was sweating nervously. She thought she was well-trained and even had a remote control in her hand, but aside from losing just once at the very beginning, Simon Bai kept winning—no matter if he bet big or small, it was like he was blessed by the gods. He just couldn’t lose!
It was simply too bizarre. The female croupier even started to suspect her hidden remote control was broken. After losing so badly, she couldn’t focus anymore, her expression became vacant as she dealt and revealed the cards, secretly pressing her mini remote again and again—yet she still kept losing, like she was handing out money, letting Simon Bai win even more chips!
Soon, as Simon Bai’s winning streak continued, many gamblers stopped playing and gathered around to watch him win. The female dealer, now ‘out of form,’ was replaced by another dealer. But the new one didn’t have any better luck—even with all their tricks, they couldn’t stop Simon Bai’s insane winning streak! In less than an hour, the chips in front of Simon Bai were stacked sky-high!
Simon Bai glanced at the chips in front of him and said to Quail Boy beside him, "Go cash these in—let’s see how much I’ve won!"
"Yes! Yes! Boss White, you’re unstoppable! Hehe—" The Quail rubbed his hands excitedly, grabbed the mountain of chips, and ran off to exchange them. Soon, he came running back, reporting with glee: "Whoa! Boss White, you’re on fire! This time you won over thirteen million! Amazing! Incredible!"
"Haha—great! Great! Quit while you’re ahead—" Simon Bai’s face was flushed with excitement. He handed Quail Boy a generous tip, packed the cash into a custom-made big leather case, and, under the envious gazes of the surrounding gamblers, walked out smiling toward Shawn Young and Rainie Bai. First, he patted the big case with satisfaction, then trembled with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes!
To Simon White, all this felt so unreal—like a dream come true. In less than an hour, he’d won over ten million in a row! When he first came to Mai Zayan Special Economic Zone, he lost nearly ten million and spent half a year trying to recover.
Meanwhile, inside a luxury suite in the New Orient Grand Hotel’s casino, Martin Yang sat gloomily on a leather sofa. Beside him was a strange-looking, burly middle-aged man dressed in a black Tang suit and flat cloth shoes. He had a square face, a protruding forehead, fierce sword-like eyebrows, a prominent hooked nose, tightly pressed thin lips, and a square jaw. But what stood out most were his hands—paler and more delicate than a woman’s, with jade-like palms and long, artistic fingers. On his left wrist was a string of golden sandalwood prayer beads.
"Mr. Chow, did you spot what technique he was using?" Martin Yang had reviewed dozens of surveillance tapes from every angle in the casino, but couldn’t find any flaws. Finally, he shook his head and asked the middle-aged man beside him.
Zach Chow also shook his head and sighed, "I couldn’t figure it out either. It’s really strange—even with our people’s remote controls failing, by the laws of gambling, he shouldn’t be able to win so many times in a row!"
Martin Yang was stunned, staring at the screen showing Simon Bai hugging the big case and crying. He said slowly, "I know this guy. His surname is Bai. He used to be just an ordinary gambler—nothing special, no tricks. I heard he lost all his money and was making a living shining shoes on the street! How did he suddenly get so good!?"
Hearing this, Zach Chow stared at Simon Bai on the screen, then glanced at Shawn Young, who was smiling quietly next to him. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind and he quickly told his men, "Pause—freeze the footage!"
"What is it? Mr. Chow, did you notice something?" Martin Yang immediately perked up.
Zach Chow stood up, walked over to the big screen, and pointed at Shawn Young beside Simon Bai. "Something’s off here—the Bai guy doesn’t have any real skills! But that young man next to him is a master. An absolute master!"
"Uh—Mr. Chow, are you sure that young guy’s a master? He looks just like any other rich kid from back home!" Martin Yang stared at the screen, watching Shawn Young with his arm around Rainie Bai’s slender waist, grinning cheekily.
"I may not be invincible, but after thirty years in the casino, I know how to spot people! You can’t just judge by appearances! I’m certain that young man is the real mastermind behind Bai’s wins! If you don’t believe me, replay all the footage of that young guy’s actions!" Zach Chow said coldly.
"Okay—" Martin Yang immediately told his men to replay every shot of Shawn Young. Mr. Chow pointed at Shawn Young outside the table, noticing that although his left arm was around Rainie Bai, his right hand kept twitching slightly, and it was aimed right at Simon Bai’s gambling table.
"Look—watch closely. Every time the cards are revealed, that young man’s right hand twitches, and then Bai wins! I can’t tell what technique he’s using, but I’m sure it’s that young man helping Bai win!" Zach Chow said with total confidence.
"Hmm—it really does seem that way! The Ghost-Hand Gambling Sage’s eyes are sharp—he actually figured out it’s the young guy behind the tricks!" Martin Yang wasn’t dumb; he saw it too.
"Sigh—what kind of Gambling Sage am I! I—I can’t even tell what technique that young man is using! How embarrassing!" Zach Chow said, his old face flushing as he shook his head.
"Uh—Mr. Chow, you really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Just letting us know that the young man is helping Bai win is more than enough! I’m sure we’ll figure out what technique he’s using soon enough! After all, this is Mai Zayan! As long as they’re still here, I’ll find a way to get to the bottom of it, hehe—" Martin Yang said with a smile.
"Mm, mm—though I do find it strange—why did Bai quit after winning just over ten million? He was on a roll! Normally, he’d keep going, right? I mean, ten million isn’t even that much! Weird—really weird—" Zach Chow nodded, then shook his head, still puzzled by it all.
"Oh! Well in that case, Mr. Chow, why don’t we just invite them in and ask directly?" Martin Yang suggested quickly.
"Uh—alright! But whatever you do, don’t get rough. I’ve got a hunch—this young man isn’t ordinary. Let’s keep it civil until we know what’s going on!" Zach Chow nodded in agreement.
Martin Yang nodded, waved, and called over a trusted aide. He whispered a few instructions, and the aide nodded, then turned and walked straight out of the casino.