In the casinos of Hong Kong and Macau, in a legitimate game of Sic Bo, if the dots on all three dice are the same, the result is a win for both "big" and "small" bets.
In professional terms, this is called a "triple" or "trips." The odds are very high, around 150 to 1.
Once a triple is rolled, the house wins all bets placed by gamblers who did not bet on the triple.
Although this rule for triples has been adopted by casinos on the mainland, the odds have been significantly reduced to only 24 to 1.
When I placed all my chips on a specific number for a triple, the gamblers who had previously enjoyed some wins and were eager to continue stopped what they were doing, stunned.
No one dared to bet against me.
As for the smug man in the Zhongshan suit, upon seeing me bet on triple 3s, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his expression turning panicked.
He knew he had misjudged me. I wasn't just here to win money; I was here to challenge the establishment!
The bets of twenty thousand at a time I had been making earlier were just a lure, not a serious game.
I hadn't even taken his supposed "clever tricks" seriously.
The immense strength I displayed in "listening to the dice" immediately put him under pressure as heavy as mountains.
Before the dice were revealed, the man in the Zhongshan suit instinctively moved his right hand towards a hidden switch beneath the gambling table.
He desperately wanted to press the switch to alter the dice, but doing so, while it would allow him to win against me, would likely ruin the reputation of the casino and himself.
Combined with his earlier display of tricks, it would be a self-inflicted humiliation.
This was because he couldn't be sure if I would call for the dice to be opened immediately.
After much deliberation, the man in the Zhongshan suit ultimately refrained from pressing the switch. He placed his right hand back on the table and lifted the lid to reveal the dice.
Triple 3s, a triple!
Except for me, all other gamblers' scattered bets were swept up by the house.
170,000 multiplied by 24, a total of 4.08 million!
The moment the dice were revealed, all the gamblers at the table were stunned.
In just one round, I had won 4.08 million.
This amount was tens of thousands more than what remained after taxes and charitable donations for a 5 million lottery prize!
After recovering from their shock, the crowd erupted in excitement, pounding their chests and wailing incessantly.
I had already offered them a chance to ride my coattails, but no one dared to take it.
I couldn't be blamed for this outcome.
Ignoring the red-eyed gamblers beside me, I looked at the man in the Zhongshan suit and calmly asked, "Friend, do you want to continue?"
Though just a short sentence, it caused the man in the Zhongshan suit, standing opposite me, to freeze.
He knew I was retaliating for his earlier mockery.
Without answering my question, he suppressed his shame and anger and demanded, "Are you a descendant of the Listening Dice sect?"
In his mind, only someone from the Listening Dice sect could accurately discern the numbers rolled by the "Two Dragons Emerging from the Sea" technique.
The man in the Zhongshan suit asked this because he still felt unconvinced and believed I had been playing the fool, winning unfairly.
He must have been thinking that if he had known I was from the Listening Dice sect, he would have cleared the area and increased the stakes to start with six dice, to properly test my abilities.
Little did he know that in thinking this, he was nothing more than a frog in a well, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
Furthermore, this also allowed me to rule out his identity as one of the "Twelve Hidden Lights."
Having confirmed that the man in the Zhongshan suit was not one of the Twelve Hidden Lights, I lost interest in further entanglement. I coldly stated, "Either continue, or send someone else to play."
My unspoken message was clear: you're not good enough, let the real player step up!
"You..."
Hearing my words, the man in the Zhongshan suit was rendered speechless by anger.
As the man in the Zhongshan suit stood there helplessly, unsure whether to advance or retreat...
"Ah Yuan, if you're outmatched, you must accept defeat! That's the rule of our establishment."
"You go first, I'll spar with this young brother."
The moment the voice fell, a middle-aged man with long hair, wearing a jacket, slowly walked up to the gambling table.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Ah Yuan's anger instantly subsided, and he decisively yielded his position.
From this scene, it was evident that Ah Yuan showed great respect for the long-haired man.
The only people who could command such respect from Ah Yuan and make him willingly give up his spot were the Twelve Hidden Lights under Ying Baolin.
The long-haired man calmly took Ah Yuan's place and then fixed his gaze directly on me.
Although the long-haired man was ordinary in appearance, his demeanor was full of spirit, and his hands were exceptionally long and well-formed.
At first glance, it was clear he was a formidable opponent.
As I was sizing up the long-haired man, I heard him say with a smile, "Young brother, Ah Yuan has lost three rounds to you. I'm here to gamble on his behalf. Do you have any objections?"
This was a mere formality, a rhetorical question.
Whether I agreed or not, I had to comply.
From the moment I used 170,000 chips to win the triple with an exceptionally high 24x payout, I was left with only two paths.
The first path was to fight my way through to the end!
Like Seiya clearing the twelve Golden Palaces, to end this battle without bloodshed in a life-or-death manner.
The second path was to surrender.
Choosing to surrender at this point would likely result in a "lose half" scenario.
Of course, by "lose half," I didn't mean giving up half my chips and walking out of the Tiandu Casino unscathed.
Rather, before the conflict escalated completely, it meant handing over the 4.08 million in chips, along with my bank cards, to protect my physical organs.
For example, my ears, which could listen to dice, and my hands, which could cheat.
For me, surrender was meaningless.
Therefore, without a word, I simply nodded, indicating my stance through my actions.
Seeing this, the long-haired man immediately signaled the dealer beside him to retrieve an entire unopened deck of playing cards from a drawer near the table.
It seemed that before he could fully ascertain my capabilities, the long-haired man had no intention of continuing with dice and was switching to cards.
After the cards were brought, the long-haired man, in a rare move, did not request the area to be cleared. Instead, he greeted the gamblers at the table, informing them that the Sic Bo table was temporarily closed and that those wishing to bet should move to another table.
Of course, they were also welcome to stay and watch.
It was evident that the long-haired man was very confident.
This confidence stemmed from his own formidable skills.
Taking eight new decks of cards from the entire deck, he opened each one individually and spread them out in a fan shape on the table, inviting me to inspect them.
Seeing this, I waved my hand and directly asked, "What are we betting on?"