"So there's no way they can win." Li Ali looked at Xia Chenghao with contempt and said, "Only those who have special skills can win, and all the purge students here have the potential to become the ones with the ability." But you must first do two things, one is to get out of the scorching Mars, and the other is to make it to the casino alive. ”

"Am I a person with special skills?" Xia Chenghao thought secretly in his heart, looking at the small ball that kept rolling in the roulette wheel, calculating how many collisions it would roll into the square after the roulette wheel.

The people around the table were all aiming for the odds of 35 to 35, and these guys were all optimists.

Xia Chenghao's face was expressionless, he didn't think so much at the time.

The nearest dealer at the table was a white man with light gray hair, probably in his thirties, wearing a white shirt with tightly buttoned sleeves, a black tie, black trousers, and a green apron around his waist, and he was always smiling regardless of whether the gamblers won or lost.

"A little, singular, black."

The dealer swept away the chips on the table, and someone kept feeling out of his pocket for cash to exchange chips for another dealer, apparently breaking his rule of only playing a certain amount.

"Thirteen o'clock, singular, black."

"Seven, singular, red no."

Every time the dealer finished aloud the numbers that had just appeared on the table, a Zionite with a big back in the crowd let out an angry roar: "Bastard, there are dozens of shots." ”

He banged on the table, and then shouted loudly in his native language before the next opening of the market, and the two beautiful women next to him also shouted in the same words: "Out of the red." Out of the red-"

"These Zionites are really rich." A gambler beside Xia Chenghao whispered to another person.

"Oh?"

"That guy is here every night. It's been months on end. With women and friends. Always bet on a maximum of 50,000 Grams, and I have lost 600,000 Grams tonight. The previous gambler whispered.

"Where did he get his money?" The gambler on the side asked.

"Who knows, it seems that the people of Zion are doing well, anyway, it is all the people of Zion who play big here." The previous gambler shrugged and looked back at the table.

Xia Chenghao squeezed into the crowd.

The ball was rolling, and he threw the hundreds of tokens in the bag into a black square.

"Seventeen, singular, big black." The people around him began to exclaim at Xia Chenghao. This last-minute good fortune actually came to him.

"Bastard, it's black again, it's really evil today." The man yelled loudly, this guy must have never studied probability theory.

Xia Chenghao glanced at this fat guy coldly, from the perspective of probability, the probability of this red and black is almost the same, but it must be in countless experiments to get this balance, how many gamblers have such financial resources to support this infinite number of experiments? Maybe this fat man can.

"Sir!" The dealer turned around and tapped on the bag placed on seventeen o'clock, he looked at Xia Chenghao, "Is this your vote?" ”

Xia Chenghao nodded.

Another dealer sits in the middle of the table. Sitting next to the checkout drawer, he opened Xia Chenghao's bag and counted the chips inside. Then a small pile of denominations was changed and pushed back in front of the guests.

Xia Chenghao won thirty-five times, and now he has more than 20,000 grans in addition to the pumping, and there are still 10 million waste paper-like cash in the back of his car, so what's the use of these small amounts of banknotes on hand?

The balls began to roll in the roulette wheel again.

"Red." The Zionite man threw out another stack of chips, fifty thousand grams.

Xia Chenghao pushed a pile of chips into another square, he bet on five, no need to guess, he can be sure that the ball will stop in that position, and in another ten seconds, this pile of chips will become 1.23 million.

The turntable slipped from fast to slow, and the ball snapped into a narrow groove.

"Five, singular, small black." There was another roar in the crowd, and the man with the big back yelled to find that everyone else was looking at a tall young man in the crowd.

Everyone began to crowd towards Xia Chenghao, rubbing the back of his hands on his shirt to get a little bit of his luck.

The dealer dialed the loser's chips in front of him, dialed some of them to the winner, and then looked at Xia Chenghao in surprise, his smile disappeared, and gently raised his knee up and pressed the button under the table.

The person in charge of this table walked towards the paying dealer, he was very young, wearing a suit, a snow-white shirt and a black tie, he looked very capable, and his sharp gaze swept over Xia Chenghao.

whispered something to the dealer, and then the dealer took out a large number of chips from the flip drawer on the table, these chips were rarely used, and there were many zeros on each piece, and pushed the pile of chips back to Xia Chenghao.

Everyone was dumbfounded, in addition to the pump, there was more than a million Grand, which was won in less than two minutes, and this guy seemed to have extraordinary luck.

"One more time." Everyone was shouting, and even the dealer and the person in charge looked at Xia Chenghao with excitement.

They also hope that Xia Chenghao will come again, but the idea is completely opposite, the gamblers want to see this lucky person multiply the capital by thirty-five times again, but the dealer and the person in charge do not believe in this extremely unlikely thing at all, as long as someone dares to think like this, then he will definitely lose everything.

Xia Chenghao raised his head, at least six monitors were aimed at this table at this time, although he had won so much money, he didn't have any excitement, roulette made him boring, this is a game that is only determined by hearing and observation, intelligence can't affect it at all, even if this is multiplied by thirty-five? Can it change fate?

In his world, money is just one tool, one of many.

"Take it when you see it." Xia Chenghao smiled, picked up the chips and turned to leave the table, behind him were the regretful and envious eyes of everyone.

"Please wait a minute." A small man ran over and put a big chip of five thousand under Xia Chenghao's nose.

"Please do me a favor and spit on it, I heard it will bring it luck." The little man said pleadingly.

Xia Chenghao frowned and symbolically spat at the chip, the little man kept bowing, and said in his mouth: "Thank you, sir, thank you!" ”

Running back to the gambling table quickly, sweating and out of breath.

Three more people rushed over grabbing chips, followed by more people, and casino staff came over with dresses and cameras.

Xia Chenghao hurriedly slipped away and disappeared into another pile of people, he just wanted to see if his judgment was still that good, this kind of thing didn't need to be proven again and again. (To be continued.) )