The next day.
While cruising around in the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, Wang Haoran received an important update from the detective agency about Chu Bai's whereabouts.
Chu Bai had entered an underground casino.
"Looks like I guessed right."
Wang Haoran wasn't surprised by this news.
Having read countless web novels, Wang Haoran knew that protagonists with X-ray vision usually resorted to two main methods to make quick money: gambling on stones or gambling on games.
Since there were no stone-gambling venues in Qingling City, Chu Bai would have to travel far to gamble on stones, which was too troublesome.
So, gambling it was.
Wang Haoran immediately directed the driver to head to the underground casino.
About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the destination.
Based on the timing, Chu Bai had already been gambling for a while.
But Wang Haoran wasn't in a hurry.
Chu Bai's family was poor, so his initial capital was definitely limited. With such a small amount of money, it would take some time for him to win 30,000 yuan.
Moreover, as the protagonist, Chu Bai wasn't a fool. Even if he could win 30,000 yuan quickly, he wouldn't do so, as it would draw too much attention.
Wang Haoran walked up to the counter where chips were exchanged.
A young woman dressed provocatively asked:
"Handsome, how many chips would you like to exchange?"
"500,000."
"F-five hundred thousand?! Are you sure?"
The young woman was stunned.
This underground casino wasn't particularly large, and customers who exchanged 50,000 yuan in chips were already considered big spenders.
Someone exchanging 500,000 yuan at once was a first for her.
"Just swipe the card. The password is six sixes."
Wang Haoran didn't waste any time and handed over his card.
The young woman, skeptical but hopeful, processed the transaction.
The payment went through.
It actually worked?!
The young woman was overjoyed. She handed over her duties to a colleague and personally came out to warmly welcome Wang Haoran.
Exchanging 500,000 yuan in chips at once made him a super VIP!
Judging by his attire, he was likely a wealthy young master visiting for the first time.
This was a big catch!
"Handsome, what would you like to play? I can introduce you to some games," the young woman said enthusiastically, leaning in as if she had no bones in her body.
But before she could make contact, Wang Haoran took a step to the side.
His eyes clearly showed disdain.
The young woman awkwardly straightened up.
"I don't like the games you have here. I want to play my way. 500,000 chips, one round, winner takes all," Wang Haoran said.
"Handsome, this is a small place. Playing such a big game, I doubt any of our customers would take the bet," the young woman said, taken aback.
"You can ask your boss if he's interested."
The young woman immediately went to relay the message.
A few minutes later, she returned and escorted Wang Haoran to a private gambling room.
Sitting at the gambling table was a man with a thick beard and a long scar running down his left cheek. He looked like someone not to be trifled with.
"Friend, I'll take your bet. How do you want to play?" the scarred man asked, squinting at Wang Haoran.
Wang Haoran had someone bring a new deck of cards.
"Let's play 'Golden Flower,' but with only one card each. Whoever has the higher card wins."
This method, without cheating, was purely based on luck.
The scarred man gave Wang Haoran a deep look, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Alright."
After shuffling the deck, Wang Haoran and the scarred man each drew a card.
Wang Haoran remained calm and in no hurry to look at his card.
The scarred man appeared composed, but he was actually quite nervous inside.
He had run this casino for many years and had gambled with many people, but this was the first time he had played such a high-stakes game in one round.
The scarred man carefully peeked at his card and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw it was the Ace of Hearts.
For Wang Haoran to win, his card would have to be the Ace of Spades.
But the chances of that were incredibly slim.
"It's your turn to show your card. I don't believe you have the Ace of Spades!" the scarred man said.
Wang Haoran lifted a corner of his card and glanced at it, his expression turning strange.
He hadn't expected his luck to be this good.
Unfortunately, he wasn't here to win money.
"Looks like my luck isn't great. You win," Wang Haoran said, pretending to be upset as he tossed his card into the deck without revealing it.
Losing 500,000 yuan in one go didn't faze him.
It was just pocket money, after all.
He still had over 300,000 yuan left in his account.
If he ran out, he could just call his parents, and another million yuan would be deposited into his account in no time.
On the other side, the scarred man finally relaxed completely, overjoyed at having made 500,000 yuan in one go.
"Friend, playing such a big game, I thought you might be a cheat coming to cause trouble."
"I'm no cheat, but I did notice a cheat entering your casino earlier," Wang Haoran said, steering the conversation toward his real purpose.
This was his true goal.
Losing 500,000 yuan was just to establish goodwill and make it easier to talk.
"The rules of my casino are simple: anyone caught cheating loses a hand. Who's the cheat? If I catch him, he's done for," the scarred man said, his tone menacing.
"Do you have surveillance here?"
"Of course, it's essential."
"Then could you take me to the surveillance room?"
Soon, the scarred man led Wang Haoran to the surveillance room.
The room was filled with dozens of high-definition screens showing every corner of the casino, including all the gambling tables and customers.
Every ongoing game was closely monitored to prevent trouble and catch cheats.
For a casino, reputation was everything, and cheats were absolutely not tolerated.
"That's him."
Wang Haoran pointed out Chu Bai on one of the screens.
He was playing at a dice table.
"Review the footage and see if there's anything suspicious," the scarred man ordered.
The staff meticulously reviewed the footage but found no signs of cheating.
"Friend, the guy you pointed out seems clean," the scarred man said, frowning.
"He's the disciple of a top-tier cheat. His methods are so advanced that even if you were standing right next to him, you wouldn't notice. Let alone through surveillance footage," Wang Haoran lied smoothly.
"You can check how much he started with and how much he's won so far," Wang Haoran suggested.
The scarred man immediately had someone investigate. Soon, the results came in.
Chu Bai had exchanged 1,200 yuan in chips when he arrived. He had played at five different tables but mostly stuck to the dice game. So far, he had played 19 rounds.
His record was 10 wins and 9 losses.
This seemed normal.
Chu Bai had been careful not to draw attention, but some things couldn't be hidden no matter how cautious he was.
He had won 16,000 yuan!
With such an average record, winning this much money was suspicious.
He was clearly winning big and losing small.
"This kid's luck is too good," the scarred man said, puzzled.
Luck in gambling was a strange thing. Some players occasionally had incredible winning streaks.
The scarred man had seen this before.
"His luck is good, and I bet it'll stay that way until he's won at least 30,000 yuan," Wang Haoran said casually.
"What do you mean by that?" the scarred man asked, confused.
"I've heard that many cheats set rules for themselves to avoid risks. And I happen to know his rule," Wang Haoran said, noticing the scarred man's growing suspicion.
He checked the time and added:
"I happened to learn about this cheat at another casino. Seeing him here today, I thought I'd mention it. It's none of my business, really.
I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave. I'll come back to play another time."
With that, he ignored the scarred man's questions and left the casino.
After Wang Haoran left, the scarred man had his men keep a close eye on Chu Bai.
Sure enough, just as Wang Haoran had predicted, Chu Bai's luck remained strong, and his chips continued to grow. When he had won around 35,000 yuan, he finally stopped.
He's definitely a cheat!
"Guys at the entrance, stop that kid in the white T-shirt with the buzz cut!"
The scarred man barked orders into his walkie-talkie.