Attracted by some inexplicable beauty, it wasn't until the two approached the gaming table that they realized a rather basic game of roulette was underway.

They shifted their gaze from where it shouldn't have lingered to the gaming table.

On the roulette table, the most eye-catching feature was the heavy roulette wheel made of high-grade cherry wood and precious metals.

On the alternating red and black squares, there were 37 numbers including 0, and a white ivory ball was joyfully bouncing on the fast-spinning wheel.

Even if Aiven never played, he knew the utterly simple rules of roulette.

The gambler predicts the landing spot of the ball in advance; the number or square on which the ball lands determines the winning number.

Depending on the bet placed on color, odd/even, groups of numbers, 12-number combinations, straight lines, six-number combinations, four-number combinations, three-number combinations, two-number combinations, and single numbers, the odds vary as follows: 1:1, 1:2, 1:5, 1:8, 1:11, 1:17, 1:35.

The two arrived just as the last round of betting was coming to an end.

The beautiful croupier announced the results of the round with a sweet voice:

"The final drop is 15!

Congratulations to Mr. Neil who, after gaining 17 times the odds, has won 35 times again!"

An exclamation erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

"He's already won 85 Golden Lions just now, hasn't he?"

"So lucky!"

This Mr. Neil's luck seemed explosive today, as he accurately guessed the two highest-odds possibilities in the roulette game successively.

Although the guests' status was relatively high, and there were no shirt-pulling or flushed-face scenes, the enthusiastic atmosphere orchestrated by the beautiful croupier was no less prominent.

Today's lucky star couldn't help but reveal a delighted smile.

The appeal of gambling lies in the heartbeat and excitement; although he was wealthy, he couldn't ignore the large sum of Golden Lions that transformed from 10 to 350 in an instant.

Moreover, being a regular at the casino, today was his luckiest day in his gambling career!

"Let's start the next round!" With great effort to suppress his joy, Mr. Neil collected his chips and confidently instructed the croupier, looking like the master of the gaming table.

"Alright, please place your bets." The beautiful croupier, unfazed, returned his sweet smile and started a new round.

Today, this gentleman was indeed the lucky star, but the money he had given to the casino in the past far exceeded what he had won today!

Clap! Clap! Clap!...

The observing gamblers eagerly placed their bets with their chips.

The gaming table was divided into different sections, and they could place their chips in the corresponding area for the type of bet they wanted.

Perhaps inspired by Mr. Neil's good fortune, the bets placed this time were significantly higher than the previous round, and many gamblers followed the lucky star hoping to catch some of his luck!

"Sir, your chips!" At this moment, the waiter who had gone to exchange chips returned.

"Alright, thank you!"

Milan took the chips handed over by the waiter; even the smallest chip in this luxurious casino equaled a Silver Bull, roughly equivalent to a month's income for a low-class commoner, but fifty Golden Lions in various denominations still amounted to a small pile.

"Here, Aiven, you place the bet!"

Milan casually picked out a chip worth five Golden Lions and handed it to Aiven, letting him take charge of placing the bet.

"I've never played this before, so I'll just place it randomly!"

Aiven, also indifferent to the few Golden Lions, just wanted to see Milan's mysterious ability in action.

So, he placed the chip on single number 36, which also had the highest odds with a low probability.

He glanced back at Milan, seeing no objections, Aiven patiently awaited the outcome.

Meanwhile, he noticed that the lucky Mr. Neil once again bet on the two-number combination 15/7, still including the number 15!

Clearly, today's consecutive good fortunes had provided him with strong confidence, believing he could continuously create miracles and gamble once more for 17 times the odds.

Even with such a bold choice, there were still many gamblers who chose to place their bets following him.

However, Aiven was not optimistic about his chances of creating a miracle.

Even though Aiven had never gambled in a casino, he knew basic probability; the likelihood of hitting the same number consecutively was astronomically low.

Does he really think he's the Child of Fortune?

Ding-ling-ling——

The beautiful croupier lightly rang the bell, signaling the end of the betting time.

With an ivory ball in hand, she began spinning it on the rotating roulette wheel.

Click-clack....

The wheel turned and the audience collectively held their breath.

Especially the lucky star Mr. Neil, tightly clenching his fists with his face tensed, unable to blink, as he had bet the upper limit of 50 Golden Lions, leaving him no choice but to be nervous.

The scene fell silent, with only the continuous sound of the ivory ball spinning, drawing the attention of all the onlookers.

Gradually.

The speed of the wheel's spin slowed down, and the ivory ball hopped from 31 to 24, from 24 to 10, then from 10 to 30, finally using up its momentum and falling onto the adjacent slot 36 (as the numbers on the wheel were not in sequential order).

"Ah——! Another thirty-five times!"

"It's really rare today, someone hit the single number twice in a row."

"Ah, too bad! I should've bet along with this gentleman!"

The crowd erupted in exclamations, though now no one looked at Mr. Neil, whose face had gone somewhat darkened.

"Thank you!"

Receiving a pile of chips pushed over by the beautiful croupier, Aiven tilted his head to glance at Milan, unsurprisingly catching the arrogant expression Milan couldn't hide.

Indeed, he didn't even try to conceal it.

"Continue!"

With a snap of his fingers, Milan casually spoke, but in Aiven's ears, it sounded like two different words—"show off"!

"Interesting, does it have to do with luck?"

Aiven's curiosity was instantly piqued; the ability to enhance luck was indeed incredibly useful.

More basic ones, like often finding money when going out, constant good luck; slightly more advanced ones, such as various "protagonist aura" and "child of fortune"; the most advanced one is clearly the "wish technique" that can fulfill all desires!

So, with the idea of exploring the limits of this ability, Aiven in the next round made a choice much like Mr. Neil's earlier decision, only he was even more aggressive, placing another bet on the odd number 36.

Once again, the upper limit per bet, fifty Golden Lions!

If he could win again, the return could reach 1750 Golden Lions, higher than a Fleet Commander's annual salary.

The key is that all this money belongs to Milan. If they win, they can split it; if they lose, Aiven won't feel the least bit sorry... cough cough.

Ding-a-ling-ling—

Bets are closed, and the roulette wheel spins again.

Clack clack....

The ivory ball bounces around.

Gamblers are very curious, the miracle that Mr. Neil, the recent lucky star, failed to repeat, could the young man with seemingly great luck do it?

A moment later, the roulette stops.

"Ah! It's 36 again! I've never hit that in all my time playing roulette."

"Goddess above, this friend's luck today is incredible..."

The loud exclamations drew the attention of customers at nearby gambling tables.

Even two beautiful young maidens with impressive looks turned to each other upon hearing the commotion, seamlessly moving to Milan and Aiven's side to help them gather the large stack of chips pushed over by the dealer.

"Sir, your luck today is amazing. I'm Emily. Would you be interested in trying some other games with us?"

The young lady next to Aiven leaned forward slightly, maintaining a perfect distance that didn't give the customer any pressure, while also showcasing her feminine curves to the fullest.

Especially with that pitiful and endearing look, it was certainly hard to refuse as she spoke gently.

Aiven knew that even though this casino seemed wealthy and powerful, a payout of nearly two thousand Golden Lions probably touched their red line.

An outright confrontation was unlikely, but switching games to see if his side's luck was truly overwhelming was very necessary.

Moreover, noticing the dealer's face looking somewhat unnatural.

And Milan exchanging glances with the golden-haired beauty standing beside him, he looked like he was one step short of grabbing her hand to divine some fortune.

So Aiven decided to leave while he was ahead.

"Alright, it'd be our pleasure. Thank you for your invitation, miss."

As for Milan, his focus had long shifted from the gambling table.

Though still maintaining great grace with impeccable manners, clearly, the charm of adorable young girls was greater.

However, Milan's own status didn't affect Aiven's impressive triumph...

...

In a separate bridge game room, a final showdown was nearing its end.

In the not-too-large room, the atmosphere was heavy, and the air was almost solidified.

Even the dealer couldn't help but tug at the bow tie around his neck, trying to breathe more freely.

The total stakes on the table had reached nearly 5000 Golden Lions, an amount hefty enough to build a brand new Level 6 Cruiser!

Even for a top-notch place like Ophira in "New Inn Port", such high-level gambling rounds might be seen only once in several months.

Even though the gambler's wins and losses had nothing to do with him, his throat tightened from the tension.

At the gambling table.

Aiven appeared relaxed, fingers intertwined, resting his chin, quietly observing across the table.

Starting with six players, after four betting rounds, four had successively folded, leaving only the bold Aiven and a determined player facing him.

The player introduced himself as Dim, wearing a dark gentleman's suit, appearing rather astute and competent, a gray-haired middle-aged man.

Aiven reckoned that Mr. Dim was likely the casino's hired expert. Attempting to, through legitimate means, win back the money Aiven had won from the casino today.

In reality, bridge is a game where skill greatly outweighs luck. Compared to luck, what matters more is wisdom, cunning, and strategic thinking!

Long-term, playing bridge is like running a marathon; whoever is more patient and technically superior will win!

However, for Aiven, it was no different from other games.

In fact, besides knowing the rules, he had never played this gambling game even once.

The only reason he stayed at the table till now was because he utterly ignored all the opponent's skills and tactics, continually calling, wagering more than half the chips he had won from other games earlier!

Currently, four rounds of betting have concluded, and the moment to decide the final winner was near.

And the victor... would take the entire 5000 Golden Lions!

Under the continental bridge rules, you can win either by forcing your opponent to fold or by having a better five-card hand than your opponent in the end.

Two hole cards in the player's hand plus the five communal cards on the table make a total of seven cards, from which you pick the best five cards to form the best hand.

Whoever has the best five wins all the stakes; if everyone's hand is the same, the pot is split evenly.

At this point, four rounds of betting are completely finished.

All the community cards are revealed, which are the Spades Q, J, 10 and the Diamonds 5, 6.

Confidently, Dim reveals his hand, flipping his hole cards, showing two Spades: 8 and... 9!

"Ah! Five Spades, it's a straight flush: 8, 9, 10, J, Q!"

A gambler who had folded but remained spoke in a low, amazed voice.

Dim's face already showed a triumphant smile. As an experienced player with mastery in number games, he knew the probability of a straight flush was about 0.00199—this hand nearly secured the victory!

Fixing his gaze on Aiven, as if watching an exciting drama, he tauntingly said:

"Heh heh, friend, reveal your cards!"

Hearing this, Aiven sympathetically glanced at this "expert," shrugging, he reached out and uncovered his hole cards in front of him.

"Spades A, K!

Royal Flush!!!"

Hiss——