After a brief pause, Isamu decided to start with Fan-Tan.
"I'll put down one hundred thousand."
He walked up to the table and dropped the money casually.
The dealer's eyes lit up instantly.
"Alright, boss!"
A big fish just walked in… and he's betting big right away.
The dealer was already thinking about how to clean him out.
Isamu caught that look immediately and smiled to himself.
Heh… the best hunters always look like prey.
You think I'm the fat sheep? Let's see who gets skinned.
---
"Watch closely, boss."
The dealer scattered the counters across the table, then picked up the silver cover.
The moment he moved—
Isamu's Sharingan activated.
To him, everything slowed down.
Every movement. Every detail.
Twenty-five.
He counted them instantly before the cover even came down.
Let's see if you try anything funny…
He kept his eyes locked on the dealer's hands.
Thud.
The cover dropped cleanly.
"Seventy-five counters total," the dealer said smoothly. "Guess how many are inside, and you win double."
He looked confident.
Too confident.
---
"I'll bet two thousand on 20."
"No way it's that low. I'll go 30—five thousand."
Two other players placed their bets.
The dealer barely cared.
Peanuts.
His eyes were fixed on Isamu.
That's where the real money was.
"And you, boss?" he asked with a grin. "What's your pick?"
"Hmm… let me think."
Isamu pretended to hesitate.
The dealer sneered inwardly.
Total beginner.
Still dares to come here? I'll teach you how deep this place runs.
"Hurry it up," one of the others complained. "We don't have all day."
"Yeah, open it already."
"…Alright." Isamu nodded slowly.
Then he pushed all his chips forward.
"One hundred thousand on 25."
"Bets closed!"
The dealer lifted the cover.
"One… two… three…"
The two other players stared nervously.
Isamu, on the other hand, watched the dealer's hands like a hawk.
Try it. I dare you.
"Eighteen… nineteen… twenty—"
"Damn it!" one of the players cursed. "It's over 20?"
"My 2,000's gone…"
"Twenty-three… twenty-four… twenty-five."
The dealer froze for half a second.
"…Twenty-five total."
He forced a smile.
"Congratulations, boss."
Inside, his thoughts were very different.
Lucky hit. Just luck.
You'll spit it all back out soon enough.
He paid out the winnings.
Then leaned forward again.
"You won once—why not go again? Win more, lose more… that's the game, right?"
The two other players hesitated.
They'd already lost plenty.
"…We'll sit this one out."
The dealer didn't care.
He turned right back to Isamu.
"You're playing again, right?"
Please don't walk away…
Isamu smirked.
"Of course. I'm here to win big."
"This?" He glanced at the money. "Not even close to enough."
Perfect.
Exactly what the dealer wanted to hear.
---
Second round.
Isamu pushed all two hundred thousand in.
Then another round.
And another.
And another.
---
A few rounds later—
The dealer's face had gone pale.
Impossible…
Every single time—
Isamu guessed it perfectly.
Not once. Not twice.
Every time.
Whenever the dealer even thought about cheating—
Those red eyes would lock onto his hands.
With that faint, almost mocking smile.
He didn't dare try.
---
The pile in front of Isamu had already crossed two million.
More people gathered.
Then more.
And more.
"Follow him! Just copy his bets!"
"This guy's insane—he hasn't missed once!"
"I'm finally winning back my losses!"
Sweat rolled down the dealer's forehead.
I'm finished…
If this keeps going, I'm dead.
He slowed down, clearly stalling.
---
"Hurry up!"
"What's wrong? Can't afford to lose now?"
"Yeah! You weren't slow when taking our money!"
The crowd started pressuring him.
Meanwhile, all eyes were on Isamu.
---
At that moment—
In the distance—
The casino boss noticed the commotion.
"Why's everyone crowding one table?"
A lackey stepped forward.
"Boss… there's a newcomer. He's already taken a few million off us."
"The dealer can't handle him."
"…A few million?"
The boss's expression darkened.
"Go get Fei Liu." (just a npc so did change it)
"I'll take a look myself."
---
"Make way! Boss coming through!"
The crowd parted instantly.
The atmosphere changed.
No more shouting.
No more excitement.
Only tension.
In this town, the boss wasn't just some businessman—he had influence everywhere.
No one wanted trouble.
---
"Kid's finished…"
"Yeah… he pushed too far."
"Winning is one thing—winning too much? That's asking for it."
People began backing away.
Creating distance.
Like avoiding a plague.
---
Watching it all, Isamu sighed inwardly.
Human nature…
When you help them win, they cling to you.
The moment things turn risky? They'll drop you without hesitation.
He leaned back slightly, completely unfazed.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
…Now this is getting interesting.
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