Chapter 169 Casino Reversal: Luck Returns

Just then, he quietly activated the system's ten-second prediction function.

A light blue prompt box instantly appeared before his eyes:

[Next round, Big.]

A flash of imperceptible brilliance flickered in Lin Chen's eyes.

He immediately slammed his hand on the table, raising his voice slightly.

With an air of burning his bridges:

"Damn it, I'm done playing small. This round, I'm going all in!"

"Mr. Lin!"

Chen Shuang's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly stepped forward.

She grabbed his arm, her tone filled with panic,

"You can't do this!"

"If you don't win this round, all nine million-plus of your chips will be gone!"

She was truly panicked.

On one hand, she was worried that Lin Chen would lose everything in one go; after all, these were ten million chips, which was no small amount when converted to cash.

On the other hand, she was even more worried that if Lin Chen lost it all, the subsequent payment she had worked so hard to accompany him for would go down the drain, and her mother's surgery fees would have no source.

Lin Chen gently pulled his hand away, his gaze firm, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty, along with a hint of reassurance:

"Don't worry, one round decides the win or loss. If I lose, I'll just go home and sleep, not wasting any more of your time."

"If I win, I'll give you one million. That's enough for your mother's medical expenses."

He paused, turned his head to look at her, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips:

"So, you'd better pray that I win this round."

The people around them heard this and all looked over, whispering amongst themselves.

"Whoa, this young man is something else. To pick up girls, he actually dares to go all in with nine million?"

"Exactly, this beauty does look delicate."

"But is it really worth gambling that big?"

In the crowd, a pot-bellied man had eyes that were like glue, stuck firmly on Chen Shuang's chest. His gaze was greasy, wrapped in a lecherous air, as if he wanted to see right through her.

After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't contain himself and spoke up, raising his voice. His tone was so frivolous it could float away, carrying a hint of deliberate provocation.

"Kid, you're dragging this out, aren't you annoying?"

He glanced sideways at Lin Chen and scoffed, "If you want to pick up a girl, just be quick about it. Throw her a million directly—isn't that better than messing around here?"

He paused, then deliberately waved the chips in his hand, his tone becoming even more arrogant: "You're betting nine million? I think you're crazy. If you lose, you won't even find a place to cry!"

As he said this, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling back onto Chen Shuang. A lewd smile instantly piled up on his face, his eyes so greasy they could drip oil. He lowered his voice, but deliberately let Lin Chen hear it:

"Beauty, did you see that? If this kid loses, why don't you come with me, how about it?"

He trailed off with a frivolous "hehe," making one's skin crawl.

"Look, I've won five rounds in a row, and him? He's lost five rounds in a row; he's just completely down on his luck!"

He slapped the table, triumphant, "I'm betting two million on Small. If I win, I'll give you one million. But, you have to be my mistress for two years. Deal?"

Chen Shuang's face turned red and then white, like a palette. She was both ashamed and angry, her chest feeling stifled with panic. Her fingertips turned white from clenching, but she didn't dare to refute a single word.

She knew that in a place like this, going head-to-head with such people would only bring trouble upon herself.

She could only keep her head down, biting her lower lip so hard it was almost leaving a mark, cursing that lecherous man thousands of times in her heart: "What a piece of trash! Greasy and disgusting, don't even dream about it!"

At the same time, she was praying frantically in her heart: Lin Chen, you must win this round, you absolutely must win!

Before she had even finished praying, someone nearby joined in the clamor. "I'm also betting on Small, two hundred thousand!"

A man with a buzz cut shouted, his eyes full of opportunism. "I'm in too, five hundred thousand, following the win!"

Another middle-aged man wearing glasses joined the fun, pushing his chips toward the "Small" position. "Count me in, six hundred thousand! This kid has lost five rounds in a row; it's a guaranteed win!"

In no time, the chips on the "Small" side piled up like a small mountain. When calculated, there was actually twelve million, much more than the "Big" side.

The commotion at this table was simply too great. The bets, often reaching millions, directly attracted guests from other tables, who crowded around three layers deep, with whispering voices rising and falling.

"Damn, look, this young man is being targeted, right?" "Isn't that so? They clearly want to step on his bad luck to get rich. That's too vicious!" "They all see his bad luck and want to take advantage of the situation to make a profit off him!"

Lin Chen listened to the surrounding discussions with no expression on his face, but in his heart, he had already calculated everything clearly. The cold smile that tugged at the corners of his lips hid a bit of disdain, and even more, a certain calculation: "Taking advantage of someone when they're down? Do these sycophantic things even deserve to?"

"He had intentionally lost five rounds in a row just to lure these people into taking the bait, to make them think he was having terrible luck so they would swarm to bet on Small. After all, only the more they bet, the more thoroughly he could hold sway over Chen Shuang when he won. He saw through human nature in this casino; every step was under his control."

He glanced indifferently at the lecherous man, then swept his gaze over the circle of people betting on Small. The coldness in his eyes was wrapped in an imperceptible calculation; there was not a shred of panic. He knew too well that this round was a guaranteed win.

Without any superfluous words, and ignoring everyone's provocations, he simply reached out and pushed all his chips onto the "Big" position. He looked up at the Croupier, his tone as cold as ice but hiding absolute control: "Open it."

At that moment, it was as if he had already foreseen the result; he was terrifyingly calm. The beautiful Croupier was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her gaze and shouted loudly: "No more bets..."

As her voice fell, she slowly lifted the dice cover. Her voice suddenly rose, the tail end dragged out long, carrying a hint of disbelief: "Four, five, six! Big...!"

The whole room instantly went mute, a deathly silence. Those who had just been chattering away all froze in place, their eyes wide, unable to believe their ears and eyes.

Those casino regulars who had followed by betting on Small had just been thinking happily about making a big profit off Lin Chen's bad luck, thinking they had picked up a huge bargain. Unexpectedly, this slap in the face stunned them, and also woke them up.

"Damn!" "How could this happen?!" "Impossible, right?" "How did he get lucky on the sixth round?!" "Damn it, my five hundred thousand!"

Several people who had bet on Small instantly exploded, cursing and swearing, their faces looking terrible to the extreme.

Lin Chen watched their flustered and exasperated appearance and finally curled his lips. In that smile, there was not a shred of genuine ostentation, but rather a hint of playful calculation. This was the effect he wanted: to make these people lose thoroughly, and even more, to let Chen Shuang see with her own eyes his strength and his confidence.