Chapter 201: All In! All In! Or Still All In! Magu Has Gone on a Killing Spree!

Ten minutes.

Only ten minutes after the excitement had just sparked in Su Ming's eyes, a basin of cold water doused it, leaving him utterly chilled.

Boring.

So dull I want to doze off.

I thought this so-called Market District would give him a hint of capitalist shock, letting him experience the thrill of snagging a treasure.

Result? That's it?

It's all just scrap copper and rotten iron!

I just can't figure it out!

When did these run-of-the-mill 'Excellent' and 'Superior' goods get hyped up as family heirlooms?!

Stall owners sprayed saliva as they spoke.

They bragged their fruit knives were mightier than the Soul Dagger!

By his Su Mou's standards, all the 'Superior' quality items he'd seen so far...

Only the Tranquil Cup could barely catch his eye!

The others?

They're not even worth trying to scam!

Wang...

Beside him, Magu seemed to sense Su Ming's low spirits, and she cautiously leaned in.

There's really nothing good out here; how about we go check out the Core Area?

Su Ming turned his head, looked at the comical mask, and smiled.

Sure!

But before that...

Su Ming raised his hand, pointing to the nearby area ablaze with red lights and wine, deafening with noise.

Let me make you happy first!

Magu followed the direction of his finger, and her delicate body shuddered.

The Gambling Area!

It is the holy land of gamblers.

It is also the burial ground of outlaws!

Wang...

Beneath that cheap plastic mask came an uncontrollable, heavy panting.

Like a drug addict starving for three days who suddenly sees a mountain of nicotine, every cell screaming!

Go.

Su Ming pulled out the chips prepared by Mengdie from his pocket and flicked them over.

The denomination isn't big, just a hundred thousand.

This hundred thousand is the principal.

Su Ming had his hands in his pockets, and the voice from beneath the fox mask sounded somewhat nonchalant.

If we lose it all, we'll just go home.

If we win...

He paused, the corners of his mouth turning up.

Then we'll win until they cry!

Lord Xie's blessing!

Magu let out a cheer, her voice sickly sweet enough to give one goosebumps, and she rushed over in her high heels.

Su Ming had both hands in his pockets, leisurely following behind.

Verify funds, enter the gate.

Push open the big door, and there's another world within.

A huge crystal chandelier poured down a warm yellow glow.

The air was filled with the scent of greed.

Here they don't play any fancy supernatural duels.

They only play the most primitive, pure thing——

Probability!

Dice, roulette, poker, mahjong......

In this world full of variables.

People instead become more enamored with this number game that they know is fake but seems to have a trace to follow.

After all.

Even if it's just an ant.

They still feel they are the one-in-a-million child of destiny, able to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!

Magu didn't even glance at those complicated poker tables.

Like a hungry shark that has smelled blood.

She headed straight for the noisiest, fastest-paced table in the center of the hall.

Sic Bo!

Simple and brutal, life or death decided in three seconds!

Big big big! Give me a big! Damn!!

Damn! It's small again! Are these dice loaded with lead?!

A group of gamblers, eyes red from losing, crowded around the table, slamming it and howling, spit flying.

The dealer was an expressionless middle-aged man, skillfully shaking the black dice cup.

Clatter——

Snap!

The dice cup landed on the table, settling the outcome.

"Bets placed, no taking back!"

The dealer's voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

【Magu】 squeezed into the crowd.

Wearing a high-slit cheongsam that oozed sex appeal, paired with a five-dollar comedic plastic mask on her face……

In this setting, she was practically a walking eyesore.

"Pat—"

A hundred‑thousand‑chip stack, she tossed it out casually.

It landed alone on the table's highest‑payout square——

【Triple】！

That is also commonly known as……【Leopard】！

Three sixes!

Payout: 1 to 50!

The surrounding gamblers fell silent in an instant.

Afterwards, they looked at her as if she were an idiot.

"Hey, girl, is this your first time at a place like this?"

The fat guy, his eyes bruised from losing, snorted contemptuously, his face full of scorn.

"You come in and bet triple? Do you have mines to burn or what?"

"Purely a money‑giving boy!"

"Sis, listen to me: betting big or small still gives you a fifty‑fifty chance; you're just throwing money away!"

"If this round throws a leopard, I'll eat this table!"

Facing the surrounding mockery, Magu turned a deaf ear.

She merely stared fixedly at the dice cup.

Beneath the comical plastic mask, her scarlet tongue tip lightly licked her red lips, revealing a sickly Smile Mask.

In her eyes, a gray current began to swirl faintly.

She is Calamity.

What is Calamity?

It is the aggregation of low‑probability events!

It is the concrete manifestation of common sense collapsing!

In her domain……

There is no probability theory—only whether she wants to, not whether she can!

"Open!"

The dealer lifted the lid.

Three crystal‑clear dice lay still on the red velvet.

Six pips!

Six pips!!

Six pips!!!

Bright red as blood!

"What the hell?!"

"Three sixes! Leopard?! …Did it really… really just open?!"

Boom——

The crowd instantly exploded.

The fat guy who had just been trying to teach Magu how to behave nearly had his eyes pop out.

The dealer's eyelid twitched; he gave a deep look at Magu wearing the comical mask.

"Miss…… your luck isn't bad."

He pushed out a huge pile of chips.

Five million!

From a hundred thousand to five million in less than half a minute!

This…… is the deadliest allure of gambling!

"All in, bet big."

Before the crowd could recover from the shock.

Magu didn't even glance at the chip stack; her pale, tender hand pushed again.

"All‑in!"

"Hiss——"

The sound of drawing in a cold breath, neat and uniform.

This woman is crazy, right?!

Just won a few million...

Not stopping, but instead going all-in?

If she loses, wouldn't the luck just now be completely wasted?

However.

One minute later.

"Four-five-six, fifteen points, big!"

Chips increase again!

After that, the whole gambling table...

Thoroughly became Magu's one-woman show, a hunting ground!

"Big!"

"Small!"

"Odd!"

"Even!"

The voice was sweet and languid.

Every bet was placed as casually as tossing trash.

But every time...

Always hits!

Totally unreasonable!

Ten million, twenty million, thirty million...

The chips before him, like a rolling snowball...

The gamblers' eyes all changed.

This is damn the God of Wealth!

"Follow! Follow this woman's bet!"

"She's a gambling god! Absolutely a gambling god descending to earth! I'm going all-in too!"

"Damn it, I'm betting my house on this round! Seek wealth through risk, I'm in!"

The frenzied emotions spread like a virus through the crowd.

As long as Magu points her finger somewhere, countless chips will surge like a tide toward that spot!

Many people are hesitating!

They think this is a joint trap set for them!

But every time they don't follow, they regret it so much they want to slap themselves!

On the dealer's originally calm face, now also appeared some emotion.

This can no longer be explained by luck.

This is someone come to wreck the place!

……

Monitoring room.

"Supervisor, table thirteen is off!"

The monitor staffer pointed at the screen, his voice trembling.

"The woman wearing the smiling mask has already won nine rounds in a row!"

"No matter if it's the extremely low-probability dice game or the simplest big/small, she hasn't lost once!"

"Every time she goes all-in, every time she wins!"

"Now all the scattered bettors in the hall are following her bets; if she wins this round again..."

"Today's turnover will definitely not reach the target!"

On the sofa, the bald man smoking a cigar suddenly sat up straight, pushing away the woman in his arms.

What?!

"Have you checked? Is it cheating? Or perhaps a master in disguise?"

"We've checked! The equipment is fully on! I also called those few nearby watching, and they saw nothing wrong!"

The subordinate was sweating profusely from anxiety.

"It looks... just pure luck that's heaven-defying!"

"Luck?"

The bald manager snorted coldly, fiercely stubbing out his cigar on the table.

"In our Golden House, there has never been such a thing as luck!"

"It's only whoever we want to win who can win!"

He stared at the screen at the alluring figure surrounded by the crowd, his eyes fierce.

"Dare to break ground on Grand Jupiter's head..."

"Notify down, release the mosquitoes!"

"Drain her blood for me!"

……