Chapter 67 Ghost Hand Lao Ba

"Ah! We won again!"

Seeing the result inside the dice cup, Qin Chuchu shouted excitedly.

Although as the Young Miss of the Qin Family, 80,000 yuan was nothing to her, the thrill of gambling still made her very excited.

Luo Wentao stared intently at the dice cup; all three dice inside were fives, and he had lost again.

The dealer next to him was already sweating cold, not understanding how he had lost. Why had his usually infallible control technique suddenly failed?

A faint smile appeared on Ye Bufan's lips. Under his True Qi control, not to mention a cheating technique, even a crowbar couldn't budge those dice by half a point.

Now, these dice were his chess pieces; he could make them show whatever number he wanted.

Although the dealer was filled with helplessness, he still pushed all eight yellow chips in front of Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan still didn't keep any, placing them all on 'Big'.

Having lost three consecutive rounds, the dealer became increasingly nervous, his hands trembling slightly.

But nervousness couldn't change the situation. Ye Bufan won four more rounds consecutively. At this moment, the chips in front of him were piled high, totaling 128 pieces.

Luo Wentao's expression grew increasingly grim. Initially, he wanted Ye Bufan to lose some money, and then control him through high-interest loans.

But the man was winning more and more. What was going on?

Ye Bufan called out, "Luo Da Shao, wasn't I right? My luck today is indeed very good; I win every time I gamble."

As he spoke, he once again pushed the pile of chips in front of him forward, still placing them on 'Big'.

At this moment, the dealer's clothes were already drenched in sweat. Although Luo Wentao appeared refined, the dealer was very aware of his ruthless methods. If they continued to lose like this, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But at this point, he had no other option. This Young man in front of him was like a God of Gamblers possessed, leaving him utterly helpless.

After another round ended, without any surprise, Ye Bufan's chips turned into 256 pieces.

Although the Luo Family had a large fortune, losing 2.56 million yuan all at once still left Luo Wentao somewhat unwilling.

He glanced at the dealer, who immediately understood, clutching his stomach and saying, "Boss, I might have eaten something that didn't agree with me. My stomach suddenly hurts. How about you get someone else to take over?"

Luo Wentao said, "Alright then, go get Old Eight to come over."

The dealer, as if granted a great pardon, quickly left. As he walked, his legs were already trembling slightly. Losing over 2 million yuan in one go was indeed a mental pressure that ordinary people could not bear.

Before long, a gaunt, middle-aged dealer reappeared at the gambling table.

He was one of the top experts in this casino, nicknamed 'Ghost Hand Old Eight.' He specialized in controlling dice. It was rumored that if he didn't go easy, no one could win a single cent from him.

Seeing Ghost Hand Old Eight, Luo Wentao finally relaxed. He turned his head and said, "Mr. Ye, are you going to bet all of it again this time?"

He now wished that Ye Bufan would push all his chips forward again, and then he could turn the tide in one round.

Qin Chuchu seemed to sense something was wrong and said, "Xiao Fan, luck isn't very reliable. How about we bet a little less?"

Ye Bufan laughed, "Don't worry, my luck was calculated by a Great Master; it can't be chased away."

After speaking, he once again placed all the chips in front of him on 'Big'.

A cold smile appeared on Luo Wentao's face. He said to Ghost Hand Old Eight, "Begin!"

Ghost Hand Old Eight was extremely calm. He took the dice cup in his hand, shook it gently a few times, and then casually placed it on the gambling table.

With his skill, controlling the dice inside the cup was much like controlling his own fingers—flexible and stable, requiring little effort.

But when he lifted the lid, he was stunned. The three ones he had shaken had instantly turned into three sixes. Ye Bufan had won this round again.

After this round, his chips had been replaced with 5 red chips, each representing 1 million yuan, plus 12 yellow chips, totaling 5.12 million yuan.

Seeing his side losing more and more, Luo Wentao became increasingly anxious. According to this betting style, if he lost another round, it would be 10.24 million yuan.

Ye Bufan picked up the chips in front of him, as if the money meant nothing to him, and dumped them all onto the 'Big' position again.

Only then did Ghost Hand Old Eight realize he had met a true master. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then began to shake the dice cup in his hand again.

This time, he was extremely serious, changing his technique four or five times, finally using a move called 'Rain of Flowers Across the Sky,' as the dice cup blurred into a phantom and landed on the gambling table.

Although he had put in his full effort, when he opened the lid, there were still three sixes.

At this, Ghost Hand Old Eight's expression changed dramatically. He had been learning cheating techniques since he was ten, and he had never encountered a situation like this.

Generally speaking, those who could discern the numbers from the shaking of the dice cup were already very rare. This was the first time he had encountered a master who could control the dice numbers in advance.

He had met the top ten gambling kings ranked globally and dared not claim his gambling skills were the best in the world, but he was familiar with all kinds of cheating methods. Yet, now, he simply couldn't understand how the other party did it.

To say the other party wasn't cheating, yet had won ten consecutive hands—even a ghost wouldn't believe it.

But if the other party was cheating, he just stood there with his hands behind his back, not even moving a finger. How could he be cheating?

"I told you my luck is very good today; it can't be stopped."

Ye Bufan seemed to pay no attention to Luo Wentao's and Ghost Hand Old Eight's grim faces. He chuckled and once again pushed all the chips in his hand forward.

"20.48 million!"

"40.96 million!"

"81.92 million!"

Ye Bufan won three more rounds consecutively. When the result of the third round was revealed, Ghost Hand Old Eight's face turned ashen. He had used every trick in his arsenal, but ultimately, it had no effect.

Over 80 million yuan—that was no small sum anywhere. Having lost so much money, Luo Wentao would certainly not let him off easily.

Thinking this, he felt a dizzy spell, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, having fainted.

"What's wrong with him? Fainting over such a small amount of money, and it's not even your money!" Ye Bufan expressed his disdain for Ghost Hand Old Eight, then turned to Luo Wentao and said, "Luo Da Shao, the people in your casino don't seem to be in good health.

First, one had diarrhea, and now another one fainted. Hurry and get someone with a stronger physique over; I'm not done yet."

Luo Wentao still wore a false smile, but his heart ached. Over 80 million yuan was by no means a small sum.

Moreover, in front of Qin Chuchu, he had completely lost face today. Such a large casino of his couldn't even beat someone who had never gambled before.

He waved his hand, and someone immediately came over to carry Ghost Hand Old Eight out. Then he said to a nearby waiter, "Go invite Old Master Zhao."

The waiter acknowledged, immediately ran to the back of the casino, and soon returned with an old man in his sixties.

The old man was wearing a black cloth robe and a pair of hemp shoes. At first glance, he looked like an old farmer from the countryside.

However, the casino staff were very aware of Old Master Zhao's prowess. He was a super expert whom Luo Wentao had hired from Hong Kong at great expense. Although he rarely took action on weekdays, he was the stabilizing force of the entire casino.