"There are a total of four casinos here. The first three are pretty small, but the real high rollers all go to the fourth one underground. That casino is on Basement Level 2 of the central tower."
Big Tank followed beside Evan Lin, drenched in cold sweat. Just now, Evan had sliced off three pairs of hands in a single, clean motion, sending a chill straight to Big Tank's heart.
He might be used to mixing it up on the streets, but seeing someone cripple people so decisively—and without even changing expression—Big Tank had rarely met anyone like that.
A new layer of awe appeared in Big Tank's eyes as he looked at Evan Lin.
"Lead the way."
Evan didn’t waste words. He sized up the buildings lining the street—this place looked seriously run-down, and everywhere he glanced, men and women hurried past.
Dusk gradually settled in, and the dim streetlights flickered on.
Big Tank walked ahead, leading Evan Lin.
Soon, they arrived in front of a large building. From the outside, it looked like a hotel.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Inside the lobby, a waiter quickly approached when he saw Evan Lin and Big Tank walk in.
He gave Big Tank and Evan Lin a quick once-over, smiling politely.
"We want to go to Basement Level 2."
Big Tank’s expression didn’t change. Evan stood off to the side, hands in his pockets, gaze indifferent.
"Of course, please follow me."
The man led Big Tank and Evan Lin toward an elevator in the southeast corner.
Inside, the elevator only had a button for Basement Level 2—clearly a dedicated lift.
"Hope you both have a great time."
After sending Big Tank and Evan Lin into the elevator, the waiter nodded to them.
"Master, uh, who exactly are we here to collect from?"
Big Tank exchanged fifty thousand for chips—five purple chips in total—and respectfully followed behind Evan.
After what Evan did at the street corner, Big Tank no longer felt any urge to resist; compared to money, he was more worried about angering Evan.
Evan stood in front of a table—this one was for dice.
The dealer shook the dice cup, making a rattling sound, then slammed it onto the table with force. She looked around, her smile seductive: "Big or small—place your bets!"
Big, big, big!
Small, small, small!
The men crowding around the table shoved their chips into different areas, shouting excitedly, faces flushed.
Fifty thousand, big.
Evan spoke slowly. Big Tank carefully placed a purple chip in the "big" area.
That fifty thousand was all of Big Tank's savings. Although he looked like a boss to outsiders, most of his money had already been sent home.
Big Tank only tossed in one purple chip, not daring to bet it all. Evan's face remained expressionless.
Bets are in! Reveal! Six, five, three—big!
The dealer opened the dice cup—some people were delighted, others disappointed.
Just like that, we made ten thousand!
Big Tank grinned from ear to ear, clearly thrilled. He'd never played so big in places like this before.
That ten thousand was enough to cover a month's earnings.
Alright, let's keep going!
The beautiful dealer smiled slightly, shook the dice cup again, and slammed it onto the table.
Big or small, place your bets!
The beautiful dealer glanced around, waiting for their bets.
Big Tank looked at Evan, who slowly uttered a word: "Big—all in."
Big Tank gritted his teeth and tossed all six purple chips onto the table.
I bet big!
No way it'll be big twice in a row! I bet small!' A skinny man nearby sneered at Big Tank and tossed three purple chips into the small area.
Yeah, the odds of two bigs in a row are way too low. I'll bet small too,' someone echoed.
But the beautiful dealer glanced at Evan, her eyes flickering. She lifted the cup: "Four, four, five—big!"
Damn! Big again! What rotten luck!' the skinny man cursed.
Big Tank instantly had six more purple chips in his hand.
Each purple chip was worth ten thousand. Now he had twelve!
In other words, in just five minutes, he'd made seventy thousand!
You two sure have great luck,' the beautiful dealer smiled at Evan and Big Tank, her voice soft as she nodded to them.
Cut the chatter—let's keep going!' Big Tank, now holding twelve purple chips, was much more confident.
Compared to the beautiful dealer, Big Tank loved money more.
The dealer nodded, scooped up the dice cup with one hand, and shook it quickly.
This time, she shook it faster and faster, the cup flipping back and forth in her hand until the crowd was dazzled.
Only Evan stood there the whole time, his gaze calm—steady as a mountain.
Bang!
The beautiful dealer slammed the cup onto the table: "Big or small, gentlemen, place your bets!"
Big Tank glanced at Evan—he'd gotten it right twice in a row. If it wasn't luck, then his boss wasn't just a fighter; he must really know his way around gambling too.
Big Tank thought to himself.
In reality, Evan was judging purely by sound, which wasn't difficult for him.
Big.
Evan spoke.
Big Tank immediately put all his chips on big.
Damn it! I refuse to believe this! I'll bet small! No way it'll be big three times in a row!' The skinny man put his last two purple chips on small.
Others began to follow suit—some bet with Big Tank, choosing big.
The beautiful dealer frowned slightly, her gaze at Evan tinged with something strange. She lifted the cup.
Five, five, six—big!
Shit!' The skinny man cursed, face going pale—he'd really lost everything, even his pants.
Twenty-four!