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Chapter 216: [216] From the tone of your voice, did you win?_1
 

“No more bets!”

The croupier shook the dice cup once more and bellowed at the crowd.

A group of gamblers eagerly pushed their chips out.

Mao Anyi couldn’t wait to place a 100,000 yuan bet in the “Big” area.

“Bet on small this round.”

Seeing this, Tang Feng had no choice but to lean in and whisper in her ear.

“Why?” Mao Anyi looked at him, puzzled.

“Just listen to me,” Tang Feng didn’t know how to explain, so he used a commanding tone.

“Why should I listen to you? I refuse,” Mao Anyi was dissatisfied with his authoritative tone and deliberately contradicted him.

“Ignore good advice, suffer the consequences right in front of you.”

Tang Feng couldn’t be bothered to deal with her anymore and bet 100,000 yuan on “Small” himself.

Amid another round of shouting from the crowd, the croupier lifted the dice cup.

1 point, 3 points, 3 points, totaling 7 points, small!

“Sigh…”

Those who bet wrong pounded their chests and stomped their feet, some even cursing out loud.

Mao Anyi also stared blankly at the three dice and murmured to herself, “It really is small?”

“Surprised? I told you to bet on small,” Tang Feng collected his chips while taunting.

Mao Anyi glared at him, huffing, “So what if you guessed right once? What’s there to show off?”

“Wrong, it’s the third time now,” Tang Feng pointed at the two chips he had won earlier.

Combined, he had already won 210,000 yuan.

“Pshh, just dumb luck,” Mao Anyi couldn’t stand his bragging.

She had overheard Tang Feng and Zhou Bingrui talking earlier, and he himself said that using the Physiognomy Skill carelessly could backfire.

Without using the Physiognomy Skill, he was merely gambling on luck—it was impossible to be that lucky every time.

At this point, a new round began.

“If you want to win, follow my bets,” Tang Feng said as he pushed a 100,000 yuan bet towards “Small”.

“Pshh, I simply don’t believe in that superstition,” Mao Anyi, as if in defiance, pushed her 100,000 yuan bet to “Big” again.

As the dice cup was lifted, 2 points, 2 points, 3 points, for a total of 7 points, it was still small.

“Again!”

Mao Anyi’s stubbornness kicked in as she continued to go against Tang Feng.

No matter what he bet, she bet the opposite.

After three consecutive rounds, Tang Feng won all three.

And she had lost all of the 500,000 yuan in chips Tang Feng had given her.

“Heh, keep showing off,” Tang Feng looked at her with a mix of schadenfreude.

“Just you wait, I’m going to get more chips,” Mao Anyi stood up, seething with anger, intending to exchange for more chips.

Seeing this, Tang Feng quickly pulled her back, “I’m really done with you. Better just watch from the side, with your skill, you could lose everything in one night.”

Mao Anyi pouted and didn’t insist any further.

She just couldn’t bear Tang Feng’s patronizing tone, which is why she deliberately opposed him.

Now that she had calmed down, the realization hit her suddenly.

It seemed like ever since Tang Feng sat down at the table, he hadn’t lost a single round.

In a game like betting on big or small, there’s no skill involved, it’s purely about luck.

Winning once or twice might be plausible, but winning six or seven times in a row is a bit absurd.

Not only did she notice this, but the croupier had also spotted the anomaly.

With his experience, winning so many times consecutively meant either the person was a gambling expert, or they were cheating.

But he had been watching Tang Feng’s every move and hadn’t spotted any signs of cheating.

Could it be that they really were facing an expert?

He tried three more rounds, and Tang Feng unsurprisingly bet correctly every time.

“That’s ten wins in a row now!”

The croupier was inwardly shocked.

Apart from the first round where he won 10,000 just to test the waters, he had bet 100,000 for the nine subsequent rounds.

In other words, in just this short time, Tang Feng had already won 910,000 yuan.

Of course, if you subtract the 500,000 that Mao Anyi lost, he had only won 410,000.

But even that was considered an impressive feat.

Just then, Zhou Bingrui walked over, crestfallen, “Feng, how much have you lost?”

Tang Feng smiled at him, “From the sound of it, you lost?”

Zhou Bingrui was taken aback, “From the sound of it, you won?”

Speaking, he looked down at the chips in Tang Feng’s tray, realizing there seemed to be a few more chips.

“Not bad, kid, you managed to win? How much did you win?” Zhou Bingrui counted the chips with a startled look. “Wow, over 400,000? Didn’t see it coming, do you have the potential of a Gambling God?”

“Not 400,000, it’s over 900,000. She lost me 500,000,” Mao Anyi said embarrassingly from the side.

“Over 900,000?” Zhou Bingrui’s gaze was fixed on Tang Feng, his expression a mix of bewilderment and complexity.

For someone of his wealthy background, 900,000 yuan was a drop in the bucket.

But winning money at a gambling table bore a different significance entirely.

In his mind, anyone who could win money at the table was a Gambling God.

“Feng, how exactly did you win? Can you teach me a few tricks?” he asked Tang Feng humbly.

“How much did you just lose?” Tang Feng didn’t respond to his inquiry, but instead asked.

“Ahem, you know how it is,” Zhou Bingrui spread his empty hands helplessly and shrugged.

“You’re not telling me you lost over 5 million?” Tang Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Not ‘lost all of it,’ more like I paid for some experience,” Zhou Bingrui scratched his head sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.

“You really know how to burn through money, how long has it been?” Tang Feng was utterly speechless.

It hadn’t even been 20 minutes, and the guy had already lost 5 million.

To say he was a spendthrift would be an understatement!

“Ahem, enough about me, you keep playing, try to win back what I lost,” Zhou Bingrui chuckled.

If someone else had lost 5 million, they might have thought about jumping off a building.

But this guy didn’t seem to care in the slightest, treating it as if he hadn’t lost 5 million, but just 5 yuan.

Tang Feng was beyond words for him.

As a new round began,

he hurriedly gathered his emotions and threw himself back into the gambling fray.