Little Black's shout drew the attention of the surrounding gamblers; some looked envious, some disgusted, while others ignored him altogether.

Little Black's chips also grew from a thousand to two thousand.

Grinning widely, Little Black placed two five hundred chips and one thousand chip on the betting table, "I'm betting on odd numbers."

Other gamblers also placed their bets one after another. There are many ways to bet on roulette, and everyone could bet differently, with varying odds.

The roulette spun again, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the yellow ball. Under the crowd's watchful eyes, the yellow ball stopped at black 15.

Odd number.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Little Black jumped excitedly, vigorously waving his right fist, "I told you, tonight Lady Luck is mine.

I will be the king of gamblers tonight!"

Little Black's boastful words once again drew the attention of the other gamblers, some envious, some displeased, pointing at him disdainfully, while others just waited to see him lose.

Little Black's chips became four thousand US dollars.

Little Black placed the chips in the 1-12 area, "Come on, baby, I'm ready to play big!"

Little Black's winning streak of two draws in a row had attracted quite a few gamblers. Some had faith in Little Black, thinking he was lucky and wanting to bet alongside him, but seeing the low odds he took this time, they hesitated.

The yellow ball rolled in the roulette, slowly stopping at red 3.

"Oh! Haha..." Little Black jumped up, doing a spacewalk in excitement.

This is the allure of gambling, making your chips multiply instantly, even doubling, tripling.

The odds for this round were 2:1, and Little Black directly won eight thousand US dollars, his total chips at twelve thousand.

Winning three rounds in a row and his 'extroverted' personality quickly made Little Black the center of attention in the casino.

With a smile on his face, Little Black placed the chips in the 13-24 area, "I will win again, definitely!"

Little Black's confidence drew more attention; having won three rounds consecutively, his momentum was strong, and a few people were tempted, betting alongside him.

But more gamblers chose to watch, or stick to their own betting strategies.

The roulette spun again, the yellow ball rolled, and eventually stopped at the number 30 area.

Instantly, Little Black's face fell.

Several people who betted alongside him also had a look of regret, "Fuck!"

"I got screwed by this bastard."

"I shouldn't have followed him!"

Other gamblers also started to chatter, some saying Little Black was too reckless, that he shouldn't have bet all his chips, some said Little Black's luck had run out and he should have quit while ahead.

Some even said Little Black had desecrated Lady Luck and deserved to lose money.

At this moment, Little Black's face showed unwillingness, regret, watching the dealer take away his chips, as if he were about to cry.

He turned his head and looked at a pot-bellied white man beside him, "Hey, buddy, you saw that, I won three rounds in a row before this, I was really lucky.

Just now was just a slip-up.

Can you lend me some chips?

I will definitely win this time and pay you back in no time."

The pot-bellied white man laughed, "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Little Black turned to look at a curvaceous Hispanic woman beside him, "Hey, beautiful, can you lend me some chips?

When I win, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."

The Hispanic woman rolled her eyes, "Go home and have a drink with your mom."

"Haha..."

The surrounding gamblers burst into laughter.

Sometimes watching others lose money is more satisfying than winning themselves.

Especially considering Little Black's previous arrogance, many gamblers harbored a dislike for him, and seeing his failure now was extremely satisfying for them.

Little Black's face was somewhat unsightly, looking longingly at the roulette.

At that moment, a rough-looking white man with earrings walked over, "Hey, buddy, I saw it. You won three rounds in a row."

Little Black glanced at him, "That's right, I had good luck today, just made a mistake just now.

I can win it back."

The white man with earrings bumped fists with Little Black, "I believe you. Tom."

"Marcus." Little Black looked at the white man, Tom, and asked in an expectant tone, "Buddy, can you lend me some chips? If I win, I'll pay you back double."

"I can't, but I know someone who can."

"Who?"

Tom patted Little Black on the shoulder, "Come with me, I'll take you to get a loan."

Little Black asked, "Where to?"

"Not far." Tom saw Little Black hesitating, "If you want to borrow money, then follow me."

Little Black hesitated for a moment but still followed him out of the casino and got into a white Toyota.

"Where are we going?"

"To get you a loan; it won't take long."

The car drove for a few minutes, arriving behind an apartment building nearby. Tom got out of the car, "Let's go, the person who can lend you money is in this apartment."

Little Black stood by the car, "Buddy, don't tell me you're a loan shark?"

"That's right, I'm indeed a loan shark." Tom straightforwardly confessed, pointing at Little Black, "Look at yourself, besides me, who else would lend you money?"

Little Black waved his hand, "I don't want to borrow from a loan shark."

Tom sneered, "Coward, weren't you just boasting that Lady Luck was on your side?

You just won eleven thousand dollars from one thousand chips earlier; if you win one more time, would you even care about that little interest?"

Little Black pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, "You're right, I'll go with you."

"That's more like it, come inside, I'll introduce you to a big shot." Little Black's hesitant yet compliant demeanor actually earned Tom's trust, and he led him into the apartment.

After entering the apartment, Tom took Little Black up the stairs to the fourth floor, knocking on the door to room 401.

"Creek..." the door opened.

A bald man stood by the door, upon seeing Tom, moved aside to let the two of them in.

Tom led Little Black into the apartment, which was a small office with a few desks, and a bearded white man sitting by a desk, smoking a cigar.

Little Black immediately recognized the man as Ronnie Prada.

Tom smiled ingratiatingly, "Boss, this is the new client I brought, a lucky guy who won three rounds in a row at the casino.

He lost it all due to a mistake at the end.

He wants to borrow some money to win it back."

Ronnie Prada eyed Little Black sharply, "You want to borrow money from me?"

"Yes."

"Do you know the rules?"

"No, I don't."

"No problem, I can teach you." Ronnie Prada chuckled, standing up, "What's your name?"

"Marcus."

"I asked for your full name."

"Marcus Smith." Little Black casually made up a name.

"OK, Mr. Smith, how much do you want to borrow?"

"A thousand dollars."

Ronnie Prada shook his finger, "Too little, that amount won't get you far in the casino.

If you want to win, you have to have enough capital.

Being too timid will never make you rich."

Little Black gritted his teeth, "I want to borrow three thousand US dollars."

"That's more like it." Ronnie Prada reached out his hand, "What do you have to pledge?"

"Uh...I have nothing at the moment."

"Then give me some ID?"

"What ID?"

"Driver's license or social security card."

Little Black shrugged, "I didn't bring it."

"Heh heh, buddy, if you want to borrow money, you need to show sincerity.

Don't take me for a fool, hmm?"

The bald man blocked Little Black's path behind him, his fist making 'creak' noises.

"OK, I brought my social security card." Little Black fumbled in his pocket, took out a thin wallet, and handed his social security card to Ronnie Prada.

Ronnie Prada took the social security card, glancing at the name on it.

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud crash came from outside, and the door was directly blasted open.

Several armed men rushed in.

"LAPD!"

"Police, don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

Hearing the commotion, Ronnie Prada reached towards his waist.

Little Black moved too, shoving Ronnie Prada with a brutal charge, sending him flying and crashing hard to the ground.

Little Black swung his right fist, landing it directly on Ronnie Prada's head, dazing him and seizing his handgun.

"LAPD, don't move!"