However, fortunately, the banker with a score of 6 could still draw a card.
The premise was that the player had also drawn a 6.
With cards A, 2, or 3, as the banker, I could instantly defeat the player…
But unfortunately, I ended up drawing another face card.
J, Q, and K are the three face cards that only count as 0 points in the rules of Baccarat.
Therefore, my hand was fixed at 6 points.
Besides the middle-aged man winning as the player, the j7 private room tonight… also witnessed its first long streak!
Fortunately, it was a one-on-one gamble in the private room. The long streak appeared, and it was a player streak.
If this had happened at a table outside, a crowd would have immediately started betting heavily on the streak!
At that time, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dealer would certainly not dare to play any tricks. As long as the streak continued, it would be a one-to-one payout!
After this crucial tenth round, even if the middle-aged man hadn't cheated, or made any move that resembled cheating, I could be one hundred percent sure…
He, definitely had a problem!!!
After concluding in my mind that the middle-aged man had an issue, I began to constantly ponder a solution.
Don't be fooled by the fact that he was betting twenty thousand, twenty thousand per round now. I knew this guy was here to break the streak.
Once he felt the time was right, he would definitely counter with a heavy bet to break the streak!
Therefore, starting from the next round, before I clearly saw him place a bet, I had to treat every round as the final round.
In addition, I also had to quickly figure out his background to strike at his most vulnerable point.
………………
Analyzing it with normal reasoning, the middle-aged man's abnormally good luck and extremely high winning rate in betting all highlighted that he was problematic.
Therefore, he was either, as I had previously deduced, a complete cheat, or a super brain proficient in various algorithms and formulas.
Coming to a VIP private room to play Baccarat, on the surface he was chasing the streak, but in reality, he wanted to wait until the last moment to make a heavy bet to break it.
To maximize profits, he wanted to take in as many chips as possible, then simply pack up and leave.
To be honest, I would rather he be the first type, meaning a cheat like myself.
Because the second type of person is the most troublesome and infuriating for casinos.
They know the person is problematic, yet they can't do anything about them.
The most famous example was in the early 90s, before the streak-breaking teams went overseas. A group of experts who were good at calculating the probabilities of various card games using their brains flooded the casinos in Macau!
As a side note.
The 90s was a very magical era. The wave of layoffs began in 1993 and only concluded in 2001.
It's no exaggeration to say that those 8 years of layoffs were a "golden time to get rich" that many people later regretted with a slap of their thighs!
Because a small portion of people got rich by resorting to illicit means after being laid off.
Back then, having little skill didn't matter.
As long as your courage, vision, and ambition were large enough, becoming prominent was just a matter of time.
In that era, the true reason why top talents from all walks of life flocked to casinos was largely inspired by the major gambling movies from Hong Kong.
Just like that movie about a certain character from Wan Chai who always said, "Wan Chai is my territory, I rule here, Hung Hing controls this area." Some people openly joined gangs, while others secretly became cheats.
Back to the main topic.
In Macau casinos, Baccarat and Blackjack were the two card games that were exploited by those high-end talents using complex formulas, algorithms, and probabilities, leading to the loss of countless amounts of money.
So, if the middle-aged man was also one of these talents, then I truly wouldn't have any way to deal with him!
After all, he was using his brain to calculate probabilities, not his hands to cheat.
How could I catch him?
Could it be that after apprehending him, I would directly point at his head and say, "You're f*cking cheating with your brain!!!"
These types of people are difficult to deal with and very troublesome.
There is only one solution: directly put them on the blacklist.
From then on, whenever I saw him again, without any further ado, I would simply kick him out!
But doing so would essentially be admitting defeat and showing weakness.
I had just arrived in Tiandu, and if I resort to blacklisting cunning and difficult opponents, once this gets out… it wouldn't just be my reputation that would be tarnished, but the reputation of the entire Tiandu and Ying Baolin!
Therefore, I still had to find a way, and I must deal with the middle-aged man head-on.
………………
Before the eleventh round of the long streak began, while the middle-aged man went to the restroom, I quickly took out my phone from my pocket and sent a message to Jiang Xiaowan.
Asking her to help me investigate where the middle-aged man came from.
As long as this guy hadn't disguised himself, the casino could find out a lot with just a face.
Furthermore, I specifically emphasized that Jiang Xiaowan must also conduct due diligence at other casinos to see if the middle-aged man had ever been blacklisted.
If so, then he was likely not a cheat.
Because apart from Hao Qi, I hadn't heard from anyone in the Qi Men Lan Dao in Wenzhou that any other cheat had mastered the skill of multiple decks to such a divine level.
So, regarding the middle-aged man's identity, personally, I leaned towards him not being a cheat.
But then again, this greasy, ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of me didn't seem like that kind of high-end talent.
Because those types of talents… were mostly bald!
And their age was at least 35 and above.
Although the middle-aged man had greasy hair, he really had very few white hairs, and there were few wrinkles on his face.
It was clear that his age had not yet reached 35.
But if he was neither a cheat nor did he look like that kind of high-end, "extremely intelligent" talent…
Then what was his identity?
Just as my mind was cycling through confirming and then denying the middle-aged man's identity, and then repeating this cycle over and over again…
The middle-aged man came out of the restroom in the private room.
After casually wiping his wet hands on his chest, he sat back down in his seat.
Looking at the middle-aged man's seemingly unremarkable hand-wiping action, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck me.
Vision determines perspective, and details determine success.
If earlier, I was still confused and lost about the middle-aged man's identity, then at this moment… I had a sudden realization!
People of different identities exhibit different details in their daily lives.
People who play cards often must have done what I'm about to describe.
After coming out of the restroom, after washing their hands, they wipe them directly on their clothes!
Why? Because they are afraid of getting the cards wet!
On the gambling table, the middle-aged man could openly conceal his identity, but off the table, small details of daily life would emerge subconsciously.
If you don't give yourself strong psychological cues beforehand, this aspect cannot be changed.
So, using the small detail of the middle-aged man casually wiping his hands just now, I concluded…