532: Going to lose

However, he quickly found out the answer.

“Look everyone, this is Feng Chen! I heard he won tens of thousands of silver taels at the gambling house not long ago!”

“That’s right, I was there that day! It was my first time seeing so much money!”

“Let’s bet with him! This man is truly a Divine Being! He can even get a leopard roll!”

The people around Feng Chen showered him with praise, and Feng Chen felt a surge of exhilaration upon hearing it.

This was the status he deserved!

Listening to the praises, Feng Chen confidently took a seat in the center, and the surrounding people quickly gathered around him.

“Young Master Feng, what should we bet on this round?”

A woman leaned against Feng Chen.

Feeling the softness of her arm, Feng Chen instantly perked up, and his previous fatigue vanished.

“Let’s bet big this round!”

Feng Chen said confidently.

The main reason he bet big was because the woman next to him was also very “big,” which influenced his choice.

“Young Master Feng is so humorous!”

The woman smiled and followed suit, and the others, seeing this, also placed their bets on big.

As the bets were placed, the attendant shaking the dice picked up the dice cup and began to shake it.

The crisp clatter of the dice cup echoed in the air, each shake seeming to tug at the heartbeats of those around.

Feng Chen’s fingertips unconsciously tapped the table, his gaze subtly lingering on the curves of the woman beside him, which rose and fell with her laughter, a hint of confident laziness playing on his lips.

The surrounding gamblers held their breath, some couldn’t help but swallow, their eyes fixed on the dice cup held high by the attendant.

Those who had followed Feng Chen’s bet on big secretly prayed, for while some were shills, there were also genuine Immortal Masters.

“Open!”

With the attendant’s clear shout, the dice cup was slammed onto the table, and three dice rolled out for all to see.

“Four, five, six! Big!”

The crowd instantly erupted; those who won cheered excitedly, patting Feng Chen’s shoulders and calling him a “Divine Being,” while those who lost stomped their feet in frustration but couldn’t help but cast him glances of awe.

The woman giggled, leaning closer to Feng Chen, her breath like orchids: “Young Master Feng’s luck, I’m afraid even the God of Wealth would be envious!”

Feeling the softness from his arm and hearing the rising and falling flattery in his ears, Feng Chen felt completely comfortable.

“It seems my luck today isn’t bad!”

Feng Chen felt as if he had returned to his previous state of slaying gods and buddhas.

He pushed the silver he had won forward and declared loudly, “Next round, continue to bet big!”

As soon as he said this, almost without hesitation, a wave of chips for “big” was placed.

Only the attendant shaking the dice still wore a smile.

No sooner had Feng Chen finished speaking than another wave of follow-up bets rippled through the crowd, even the few hesitant gamblers gritting their teeth and pushing their chips to the “Big” section.

He leaned back in his chair, twirling a dice between his fingers, and listening to the charming flattery of the woman beside him, he felt as if the air in this gambling house was sweeter than anywhere else.

The attendant shaking the dice raised the cup again, and with a slight twist of her wrist, the three dice clattered softly inside.

This time, she shook them for an exceptionally long time, so long that some people began to rub their hands impatiently, yet Feng Chen continued to smile with narrowed eyes, as if he had already seen through the secrets within the dice cup.

It wasn’t until everyone was almost holding their breath that the attendant suddenly stopped her wrist and slammed the dice cup heavily onto the table.

“Open!”

With that shout, the dice under the cup tumbled out, the three bright red dots shimmering under the lamplight, dazzling everyone’s eyes.

“One, two, three, six points! Small!”

As soon as the attendant’s voice fell, the gambling house instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Feng Chen’s eyes widened, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.

“How… how could this happen?”

Feng Chen couldn’t believe it; his luck had failed! How could this be! This wasn’t scientific!

Could it be that luck wasn’t on his side today?

“Young Master Feng, what’s going on?”

Someone who had lost money looked at Feng Chen with a strange expression, as if it were his fault.

“Don’t worry! It’s just one loss, not every time. Isn’t it normal to win and lose at a casino?”

The woman beside Feng Chen said.

“The young lady speaks wisely! In gambling, there’s never a sure win; occasional wins and losses are quite normal!”

Some people who hadn’t placed bets laughed.

“What you said… makes sense…”

Upon hearing that, the person didn’t say much more; he decided to trust Feng Chen one more time.

“My apologies, everyone, this was my mistake. Next time, there will definitely be no problem!”

Feng Chen chuckled, not knowing what exactly was going on, but he felt that losing once was nothing.

After all, he had won so many times already; if he kept winning, wouldn’t it be like cheating?

There was no mistake, it must be like this; this time was just an accident, and it would be fine next time.

Feng Chen comforted himself in his mind, then prepared to place another bet.

This time, he still bet big, but due to the previous failure, almost no one followed his bet.

However, there were still a few who didn’t believe in bad luck and firmly chose to bet with Feng Chen.

“Brother, what do you say?”

Someone looked at his brother next to him.

“What else can I say? I’ll do the opposite of him. If I’m right, wouldn’t he be screwed?”

That person seemed very clever.

“Are you crazy?!”

Another person rolled their eyes at him, then followed Feng Chen and bet big.

“No more bets!”

As the attendant’s words fell, betting immediately stopped.

Feng Chen stared intently at the dice cup, as if trying to see through it.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a Cultivator, nor did he have any superpowers, so he could only stare helplessly.

The dice cup shook again, and this time Feng Chen listened exceptionally carefully, his fingertips sweating.

He stared at the attendant’s wrist, trying to discern some trick from the subtle movements, but the moment the dice settled, his vision instantly went black.

“One, two, four, seven points, small!”

As the attendant’s words fell, Feng Chen was instantly dumbfounded; he had just bet twenty thousand taels.

Losing twenty thousand taels in one go, even Feng Chen couldn’t handle it at this moment.

He didn’t have much money to begin with, and with the little he had won initially, he only had about fifty thousand taels in total. Losing almost half of it in one go, what was he going to do?

“Sigh! I’m such an idiot! If I had known this, wouldn’t it have been better if I had gone all-in from the start?”

Feng Chen was filled with regret at this moment; he wished he could Transmigration back to the beginning of the betting.

If he had gone all-in from the start, wouldn’t he have made enough money to run away by now?

“It’s okay… next time, it will definitely work!”

Feng Chen didn’t notice that the way others looked at him had already changed.