Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 368: Charlie Guess's Dejected Demeanor

Charlie didn't leave either.

In his view, it didn't matter who shook the dice cup.

Old Mo smiled, shook the dice cup casually, and then put it down.

"Okay, I've shaken it up, let's place your bets!"

Old Mo simply shook the dial a few times. There were none of the fancy maneuvers the previous dealer used. Therefore, it was very easy to tell the score.

Gamblers also enjoy gambling with such dealers.

Charlie smiled and placed a bet of 500,000.

Yes, this time his bet was bigger than ever before.

Because Lao Mo only shook it a few times, he was very confident.

Charlie guessed a barely perceptible smirk. He felt that Old Mo was just there to give him money.

Because any normal dealer would not simply shake the drum a few times.

The longer the dealer shakes the dial, the harder it is for him to hear the difference.

Everyone has placed their bets.

Old Mo smiled and called out, "Alright, place your bets. It's open! One, two, three, six o'clock..."

"What?"

Charlie guessed he was completely dumbfounded.

He's never lost since he started gambling. Although he's not very confident, he wins every time.

But unexpectedly, the bet with the highest probability of success ended in failure.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He frowned as he looked at Old Mo.

Old Mo returned his smile with a friendly smile.

"Alright. I've shaken the water, everyone can place their bets now."

After tidying up the chips, Lao Mo gently shook the dice cup a few more times and placed it on the table.

The crowd's enthusiasm for placing bets surged even higher.

Charlie frowned. His previous failure had already made him wary.

However, he was equally confident this time. Losing 500,000 in the last game had made him a bit giddy.

Since he was so confident, he gritted his teeth and placed another bet of 500,000 on "big".

Yes, he wanted to win back that 500,000 in one go.

With the bets placed, Lao Mo opened the dice cup again.

Unsurprisingly, it was a small opening again this time.

"this……"

Charlie's face turned green.

That's when he finally realized he'd met a master.

These were the two biggest bets he had ever placed since entering the casino, and the ones he was most confident about, yet he lost both.

This young man is setting a trap for him; this young man is a master.

Charlie Chapman, as the God of Gamblers of Thailand, is not one to admit defeat.

He didn't leave, but continued gambling with Old Mo.

Ultimately, the outcome was predictable.

Old Mo was just putting on a show by shaking the dice cup; he could change the dice roll at any time.

How can you gamble like this?

The Thai gambling god lost six consecutive rounds, losing all of his winnings of over a million.

At this point, sweat finally started to appear on his forehead.

His mission was to bankrupt the casino. Even if he didn't go bankrupt, he wanted to teach the casino a painful lesson.

Unexpectedly, this newly opened casino has such a powerful person in charge.

Now, how are we supposed to proceed?

Charlie went to exchange his chips for new ones and started walking around the room. He didn't place any bets for a while.

Old Mo smiled, handed the dice cup to the new dealer, and led the two women up to the second floor.

Returning to their original positions, they looked at Charlie Chai, who was hesitating there.

The casino manager immediately came over and showered him with flattery.

"Boss, you're really something! This Charlie Chapman hasn't lost a single game since he started playing at our casino, but he's doomed whenever he runs into you. Boss, I truly admire you!"

Old Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, Charlie Cai has no chance of winning today."

Indeed, Charlie guessed he was a bit devastated today. He had just won over a million dollars, and then lost it all in one go.

This was somewhat of a blow to him.

He had been watching Lao Mo closely, and when he saw Lao Mo go upstairs, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He went to another gambling table and continued placing bets. As long as Lao Mo didn't stop betting with him, he wasn't afraid.

Having just lost over a million, he was extremely eager to win it back.

So he placed another large bet of 500,000.

However, when the dice cup was opened, he was dumbfounded again.

He bought a large one, but the one offered was small.

What the heck is going on?

Is there something wrong with my ears?

Didn't that person just go upstairs? Is this some kind of ghost?

No, calm down, calm down. I must calm down.

I must have lost money just now; my mindset is off. I need to calm down.

Finally, Charlie Chapman adjusted his mindset.

He placed another bet, but still lost.

You're guessing now.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

As a gambling master, he could tell that the casino was not cheating at all.

But why did he lose? That doesn't make sense!

He gambled a few more times, but still lost miserably.

The one million chips they acquired have been used up.

"Hiss..."

Charlie guessed he was completely numb!

No, I can't gamble anymore. I'll stop for today, adjust my mindset, and try again tomorrow.

Charlie, like a defeated rooster, left the casino dejectedly.

The two bodyguards he brought were speechless at his expression.

What's going on today? The God of Gamblers actually lost.

Old Mo didn't make things difficult for them and let them leave. After all, they really hadn't cheated.

If their casino wants to operate in the long run, they must treat their customers well. No customer should be treated unfairly without reason.

Old Mo wasn't in a hurry; he knew that Charlie would definitely come back again.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Eric was getting a little anxious.

All day long, he and his men kept a close watch on Old Mo's villa, hoping to see him come out so they could arrest him from the outside.

There was no way around it; there were too many people and too many guns inside Old Mo's villa. They really didn't have the confidence to get in and capture Old Mo.

Unless they want to lose a few lives here.

However, at the end of the day, he was disappointed.

Old Mo never went out. Even when they used binoculars to observe, they never saw Old Mo.

Is Old Mo not home?

Eric was somewhat annoyed. They should have contacted the American spies lurking in the area to find out Old Murdoch's whereabouts.

However, they did not do so.

The message they received was that Lao Mo had been at home the whole time.

This is going to be interesting.

They might not even be home. If they were, they would be coming and going.

With that in mind, Eric decided to observe for another two days.

If Old Mo is really not home, then their only option is to kidnap one of Old Mo's more important family members to force him to show up.

Old Mo was completely unaware of all of this.

A day later, Charlie Chai came to visit again.

This time, he was dressed very smartly. His hair was combed back so tightly that even a fly could slip on it, making him almost as dashing as Chow Yun-fat.

Just by looking at him, you can tell he's very confident.

He exchanged another million chips and placed a bet of 100,000 to test the waters.

As a result, they won.