Chapter 42: One Hundred Yuan-After Leaving the Mountain, My True Identity Was Exposed by My Senior Sister!(A Cool Scene upon the Desert)

Beside him, a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face leaned against the wall, groaning in pain.

"Uncle Four!"

Zhou Danzhuang's beautiful eyes widened.

"Danzhuang..." Huang Duocai lowered his head in shame when he saw Zhou Danzhuang arrive.

"Uncle Four, can you face your family, your children?" Zhou Danzhuang was furious as she surveyed his pitiful appearance.

Huang Duocai opened his mouth but could not find the words, shielding the bruises on his body with his hand, remaining silent.

"Oh, little lady, haven't seen you in a few days—your figure's looking even better!" Nearby, the social boss with a buzz cut, the owner of the casino, Guo Zi, interrupted with a lewd grin. "Lucky you came early—if you'd been any later, your uncle's limbs would be gone!"

"So, have you considered it? Spend just two nights with me, and your uncle's half a million debt will be cleared! It's an easy deal, isn't it?"

"Get lost!" Zhou Danzhuang glared fiercely at Guo Zi. "I'm an inspector—I'm ordering you to release him now, or you'll face the law!"

Guo Zi's face twisted into a sneer as he crushed his cigar underfoot. "Little police flower, you think I haven't checked your background? Your uncle owes us half a million, all written and stamped in his own hand—legal and proper. If you won't pay his debt for him, then he'll pay it himself. But you should ask him, can he pay?"

"Danzhuang... Danzhuang... Uncle Four begs you... I really can't pay the half a million... I really can't..." Huang Duocai slumped, tears glistening in his eyes.

Half a million—a mountain for a family already struggling to make ends meet, all the worse for being lost in gambling.

Zhou Danzhuang's eyes reddened; her sympathy quickly fading.

"Half a million, is it? I'll pay it for him."

Ye Fei, tired of watching from the sidelines, stepped in front of Zhou Danzhuang and fixed Guo Zi with a stare.

Guo Zi glanced at Ye Fei in disdain. "So you're the one who crippled my subordinate's hand—seems you can fight."

Ye Fei shook his head. "Not really, just average."

"At least you know your limits," Guo Zi scoffed, "You like playing the hero, huh? Half a million, not a penny more or less—get it out right now!"

Ye Fei shook his head again. "I don't have half a million either."

"You messing with me?" Guo Zi pressed his fruit knife against Huang Duocai's head. "Believe me, I'll kill him right now!"

"Don't move!" Zhou Danzhuang instinctively reached for her waist, but she wasn't wearing her inspector's uniform today.

Ye Fei turned to her with a reassuring look, silently urging her to stay calm, then smiled at Guo Zi. "I really don't have half a million, but aren't you running a casino? If I play a few rounds, I'll get it."

Guo Zi burst out laughing as if he'd heard the most absurd joke. "You? Half a million? Do you know what you're saying? How much do you have to gamble with? You think you can win half a million from my house? You think you're some gambling god? Hahahaha..."

Ye Fei searched his pockets—empty, save for a bank card with an unknown, possibly astronomical limit. If he pulled that out, this idiot surely wouldn't believe him.

He turned to Zhou Danzhuang, hand extended. "Do you have any cash?"

Zhou Danzhuang rummaged through her bag, pulling out a crumpled bill. "I... I only have... one hundred."

"One hundred?" Ye Fei clicked his tongue, pondering a moment. "One hundred. That's enough."

"One hundred as your stake? Pfft!"

"Idiot, who the hell is going to play with you for a hundred bucks!"

"Dream on, kid!"

The room erupted in laughter, all eyes on Ye Fei as if he were a fool.

Anyone who could play in this house usually had at least ten thousand as their stake. To try to win half a million from one hundred was pure fantasy—a fool's dream.

If it could be done so easily, the whole country would be gambling gods.

"Come on, let's play." Ye Fei smiled at Zhou Danzhuang, hooked her shoulder, and walked out.

"I want to see what trick you can pull!" Guo Zi snorted, following behind.

The casino was full of games: mahjong, pai gow, golden flower, Texas hold 'em, bull, dice, slots, and more. Ye Fei was in no hurry, strolling with Zhou Danzhuang through the floor.

"Little brother, you... you know how to gamble?" Zhou Danzhuang asked, puzzled.

"I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run," Ye Fei said. "Ever watched God of Gamblers, Gambling Knight, Gambling Saint?"

Zhou Danzhuang shook her head. "Only idiots watch those—so tacky."

Following Ye Fei, they arrived at a dice table. Ye Fei held his inconspicuous hundred yuan bill—the entirety of his fortune.

The rules for betting on dice odd or even here were simple, not like high-end Las Vegas casinos. The setup was accessible.

The table had two colored halves: green for "odd" on the left, blue for "even" on the right, managed by a dealer in an ill-fitting suit. After shaking, the sum of the three dice's numbers was used to determine odd or even.

If the sum was even, it's "even." If odd, it's "odd." Easy to understand.

Additionally, players could bet on special combinations like 111, 222, 333—akin to a straight flush in poker.

Nearly twenty people crowded around Ye Fei's table.

Eight people placed bets; after the dealer finished shaking, most placed their chips on "odd" or "even," while the high-payout sections were untouched.

"Bro, you're betting on three sixes? The odds are lower than stepping in dog shit," a gambler beside Ye Fei mocked.

The others sneered when they saw Ye Fei throw in his hundred yuan.

Ye Fei ignored them, quietly raising two fingers and flicking them lightly toward the black dice cup, sending a swirl of invisible energy spiraling forth.