Such specific odds were impossible for a dealer unskilled in manipulation, unless relying purely on luck.
In this round, and the previous one, the dealer’s pretense of shaking the dice was merely a smokescreen.
He could accurately call the outcomes based on the gamblers' bets because he was aided by high-tech equipment.
The remote-controlled dice, with their point-changing switch, were installed beneath the dealer's station at the gambling table.
For a more detailed explanation, refer to the movie "God of Gamblers."
Although I didn't take any risks in this round, someone couldn't resist placing a heavy bet of ten thousand on "big" before the "no more bets" call.
They bet correctly, but unfortunately...
All the triples from three 1s to three 6s are considered special outcomes, not counting towards big or small. The house can directly claim all such bets.
Unless you dare to bet on specific combinations, risking odds that could make you rich overnight.
Of course, even if you bet on all specific combinations, from three 1s to three 6s, you'd most likely still lose.
The tricks devised by casinos are impossible for ordinary gamblers to guard against. There's no way to "rage against the machine" or roll up your sleeves and fight back.
Only a skilled cheat can manipulate the casino at will.
Honestly, in the previous triple dice round, I could have, like Stephen Chow's character "Little Knife" in "God of Gamblers," made a flying chip bet on triple 6s before the dealer changed the outcome.
However, doing so would have attracted the attention of the "light and dark guards."
Before they arrived, I had already contacted Hao Qi privately.
He informed me that the period between 9 PM and 12 AM was the casino's prime time, and also when their twelve "dark guards" were out patrolling and inspecting.
After midnight, the casino's customer traffic would significantly decrease, and the twelve "dark guards" would begin to depart in shifts.
If I intended to openly challenge the establishment during this time, it would essentially be a one-against-twelve scenario.
Hao Qi had repeatedly emphasized that he could cooperate with me in setting up a scheme, but only if it wasn't done in front of so many people.
Otherwise, the consequences would be dire, most likely fatal.
Therefore, he urged me to patiently wait until after midnight.
So, I restrained myself from acting earlier and made up my mind.
To pick up scraps and make a fortune in silence.
In the latest round, after listening intently to the dealer's dice-shaking rhythm, I glanced at the chip distribution on the table and decisively placed twenty thousand chips in the "big" area.
"Come on! No more bets! Open—now!"
With a spirited and rhythmic shout, the dealer opened the dice cup the moment the dice settled.
4-4-6, fourteen points, big.
Betting twenty thousand and winning twenty thousand, I was victorious.
In just two rounds, my chips had nearly doubled.
In the third round, I again bet twenty thousand on big.
Double 5s and a 3, continuing with thirteen points, big.
My initial capital of fifty thousand doubled, with a profit of sixty thousand.
Just as I was contemplating whether to cash out a small portion after picking up scraps for three rounds based on the chips on the table...
Suddenly, a young gambler at the same table moved his chips and sat down in the empty seat to my left.
The newcomer appeared to be around my age and was exceptionally handsome.
"Buddy, you've got some good luck!"
The handsome youth's remark immediately put me on guard.
Everyone, please remember this: if someone approaches you in the casino during a winning streak, do not engage with them too much.
The casino is a battlefield that most vividly displays human weaknesses and ugliness.
Here, there is no camaraderie; only cold, hard profit.
I deduced that the handsome youth before me was likely not a plant from the casino, but rather a gambler who saw me picking up scraps and wanted to follow my lead.
After all, when playing dice, there's no such thing as cheating for the gambler.
Gamblers have no opportunity to manipulate the dice; at best, they can only listen to the sounds.
Therefore, I was certain that I hadn't exposed myself.
However, even if he wasn't part of the casino's operation, I still didn't give him a friendly reception, merely replying indifferently, "It's alright."
Seeing that I didn't seem inclined to engage, the handsome youth didn't get upset. Instead, he smiled lightly as if to show goodwill, "Buddy, you're lucky and I'm not, so... you don't mind if I follow your bets, do you?"
As expected, my initial assessment of the handsome youth's identity was correct.
This guy wanted to hitch a ride on my winning streak!
The feeling of someone wanting to hitch a ride in the casino is akin to playing poker with friends at a private gathering, and you get a mediocre hand, revealing it face-up...
When a friend who has lost a lot suddenly says, as if casually, "You don't mind if I follow your lead for a few more hands, do you?"
It's incredibly, extremely, and intensely annoying!
Fortunately, this wasn't a private gathering but a dice game at the casino, betting on big or small.
So, I flatly and unceremoniously refused his request.
"Sorry, I do mind!"
After speaking, I handed a ten-thousand-chip to the dealer, signaling him to exchange it for ten chips of one thousand each.
Immediately after exchanging the chips, I threw a thousand chips into the specific odds area, betting on triple 1s.
If it weren't for the fact that dice games are fast-paced, I would have left and found another table to gamble at, simply because of his attempt to piggyback on my bets.
Any discerning observer seeing this would have wisely retreated.
But this handsome youth was different; he actually followed my bet without hesitation.
And he bet ten thousand!
What an idiot!
Specific combinations already have extremely high odds. Betting like this is essentially forcing the dealer to ignore it and skip over it!
Indeed, after everyone had placed their bets, the dealer revealed a 1-1-2 combination.
On the surface, it was just one point away from winning.
But in reality, the dealer was putting on a show for the handsome youth.
Because in front of the handsome youth, there were stacked piles of over a dozen or twenty ten-thousand-value chips.
The dealer's salary is directly linked to the daily turnover of their table.
Therefore, he wanted to keep the handsome youth at the table, intending to win all the chips he had.
However, all of this was irrelevant to me.
Seeing the handsome youth stubbornly sticking around like a piece of gum, I became annoyed, though I didn't show it.
Instead, I feigned deep thought and immediately bet my remaining nine thousand chips on "big."
Witnessing this, the handsome youth boldly picked up several ten-thousand chips and bet on big, following my lead.
Without even needing the dice to be revealed, I already knew the outcome of this round.