Chapter 379 Houston Gambling King!
The gamblers around were all wide-eyed, too shocked to speak.
The loser stood up shakily, pointing at Ryan and saying, "You cheated! I don't accept this."
Ryan nonchalantly picked his nose and responded calmly, "Do you have any evidence? Does anyone back you up? Oh, by the way, did you see that sign over there?"
The loser followed Ryan's finger and saw a sign not far away that read, "Falsely accusing someone of cheating will result in a fine of 10% of your bet and expulsion from the casino."
Ryan continued, "You can investigate me all you want, but without solid evidence, you'll be fined $7 million and kicked out. Go ahead."
"Well..." The loser's mouth trembled as he looked around for help.
He hoped the onlookers would speak up and accuse Ryan of cheating.
However, even his close friends avoided his gaze.
The reason was simple.
They had been watching for a long time and hadn't seen Ryan cheat at all.
The reason for his consistent success was solely attributed to his skill..
A master at dice could control the numbers.
They all knew this.
So losing was just bad luck for him, running into a pro.
Seeing this, the loser felt dizzy and regretful.
If he had known, he would never have gambled with this bumpkin. Now, he had suffered a huge loss.
"You just wait." The loser stood up shakily and threatened, no longer accusing Ryan of cheating.
Then he left the table reluctantly.
Ryan cheerfully looked at the surrounding gamblers and said, "Anyone else want to join the game? It's just for fun, after all."
The gamblers around the table looked at each other.
But no one stepped forward.
The reason was simple: they knew they were no match for Ryan, the seemingly ordinary guy.
It was better not to throw money away.
Seeing no one stepping up, Ryan pouted in disappointment, "Boring."
At this moment, George couldn't help but ask Ryan, "Mr. Gonzalez, did you win all these chips on the table?"
George glanced and saw that the accumulated chips were about $250 million, more than what Ryder had just won in Texas Hold'em.
Such a large amount was probably rare in the entire history of the casino.
Hearing this, Ryan smiled proudly. "Do you think I'm amazing?"
George gave a sincere thumbs up. "Absolutely awesome."
But Ryder wasn't too surprised.
Despite it being his first time in a large casino and lacking knowledge of many rules, he placed unwavering trust in Ryan when it came to gambling.
He believed that Ryan possessed an innate talent for gambling, as if he was born for it. In all the years Ryder had known him, he had never seen Ryan lose.
Seeing Ryder not showing any surprise, Ryan pouted unhappily, "Ryder, don't you think I'm impressive?"
Ryder quickly raised his hand and said, "Please stop showing off your skills and causing such a commotion. Aren't you afraid of attracting attention?"
When Ryan heard this, his expression became cautious. "You're right."
He quickly called out to a staff member not far away, "Hey, you, exchange all my chips for cash and transfer it to Ryder's bank account. I'm really worried someone might take advantage of this pile of chips."
"Well..."the staff member hesitated.
"Is there a problem?" Ryan asked.
The staff member opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond.
The reason was simple: winning so much money in a casino and wanting to leave with it wouldn't be easy.
Moreover, he was aware that Ryan was associated with Ryder, an enemy of the boss. How could he dare to exchange the cash on his own?
As he was struggling with this, a familiar voice rang out, "Mr. Clark, I heard you and your friends had some good luck tonight and won quite a bit, right?"
Ryder turned around to see Mark and Brian approaching.
Ryder responded with a smile. "Not at all. Just a bit of luck. Compared to your entire casino, it's like a drop in the ocean."
As he spoke, Ryder noticed a middle-aged man next to Mark.
He was medium build, with slicked-back hair and small eyes, holding a white fan and wearing somewhat incongruous black gloves.
Seeing this man, some gamblers suddenly seemed to discover a new continent.
"Holy crap! Isn't that 'Shadow Wind Fist' Ethan Torres? What's he doing here?"
"Who's that?"
"Come on. You've never heard of him? You're so out of touch. Ethan used to run with Mr. Davis, and his gambling skills are top-notch. With him around, the Radiant Revive Spa's casino could thrive.
It's said that later he became unbeatable in Houston, got bored, and left for the state capital. In the major casinos there, he's a well-known figure. No doubt, he's the King of Gamblers in Houston."
"Wow. That's impressive!"
Mark and the other two walked up to Ryder and smiled. "Mr. Clark, you're too modest. In less than three hours, your group has won over $300 million. That could make headlines."
Ryder waved his hand. "I prefer to keep a low profile."
Mark then pointed to the man with the slicked-back hair and introduced, "This is Ethan. He's heard of your heroic deeds and came back from the state capital tonight to meet you."
Ryder nodded and extended his hand to Ethan, "Nice to meet you."
However, Ethan didn't extend his hand. He stepped forward, picked up the dice cup on the table, shook his wrist, and five dice fell into the cup.
A vigorous shake.
He placed it on the table.
He lifted it.
The five dice were lined up neatly.
The top one was a 6.
He took them out one by one.
The second one was a 6.
The third one was also a 6.
Until the fifth one was also a 6.
Doing this seemed trivial to him. He looked at Ryder and said, "Mr. Clark, do you dare to play a game?"
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