"Just two more times, and I can break even," Ding Fan said blandly as he looked at the chips in front of him.
At this time, the dealer beside him glanced at Ding Fan.
Having won six times in a row, some people around Ding Fan had even started to bet along with him, it would be strange if the dealer didn't pay attention to Ding Fan.
Zhang Liang, who was well-versed in the ways of the casino, now had a slight smile playing on his lips; he knew the time for Ding Fan to lose money was approaching.
These dealers are the best at grasping people's psychology, often giving you a taste of sweet victory, and then ruthlessly taking it all back. Hadn't Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue just lost two hundred thousand because of this?
With Ding Fan being in the spotlight, it meant that the dealer had already fattened him up sufficiently. Since he had been fed enough, what remained was to wait and close the net.
