Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 295: All in, Bro, you can't go all in anymore!

Torres laughed upon hearing this: "Mr. Chen, I forgot to tell you something. Rolling dice is one of my strengths. Are you sure you really want to play dice with me?"

Old Mo shrugged and said, "I'm sure, absolutely certain."

Torres nodded and said, "Very good. If that's the case, then let's play dice for the first round. Who should roll first, you or me?"

Old Mo shrugged and said, "When in Rome, do as the host does. As a local, you should go first!"

"Okay, then I won't be polite."

Torres made a gesture, and immediately someone brought over the dice cup and dice.

"Mr. Chen, would you like to have it checked?"

Torres said very politely.

Old Mo waved his hand and said, "No need. Since you're here to draw the dice, you're the house. I'll bet three billion, is that alright?"

As soon as Lao Mo said this, everyone in the room widened their eyes.

What the hell? You're going all in?

That's three billion! You can't play like this.

We paid a thousand dollars for a ticket to get in, and you just want me to watch you play a game of dice?

Is there anything this ridiculous?

Patton, seeing this, also became anxious. He quickly said to Caesar beside him, "Mr. Caesar, so many spectators have bought tickets to get in. Could we not let them all in at once? How about setting a limit?"

Caesar was also a little scared.

He really is an all-in bettor! He went all in right away. My heart can't take it!

Caesar nodded quickly, and the two immediately raised their hands to stop the match.

The game is suspended.

Ultimately, Patton, Caesar, and Ferramy came up with a plan.

That means the maximum bet in this dice game is capped at 500 million. And both sides can only place bets at a 1:1 odds ratio.

For example, you cannot bet on a single number or high odds such as three of a kind.

The proposal was passed on to the chief referee.

The chief referee nodded, picked up the microphone, and said, "Alright, after discussion among the bosses, the single bet amount for dice cannot exceed 500 million."

You can only bet on odd/even or big/small, a 1:1 betting option. Did you two understand?

Torres smiled and said, "No problem, I have no problem."

Old Mo was speechless. He glared at Caesar before saying helplessly, "Fine, I'll bet 500 million on a big win."

The onlookers were utterly speechless. Judging from Mr. Chen's demeanor, 500 million seemed like a very small sum!

I've seen crazy people, but I've never seen anything this crazy.

The chief referee quickly reminded him, "Respected Mr. Chen, I need to remind you that you can wait until Mr. Torres has rolled the dice before you place your bet."

Everyone knows that this way you won't suffer a loss.

Old Mo waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll just bet 500 million on 'big,' I like big bets. Mr. God of Gamblers, go ahead and shake the wheel!"

Torres stared at Moratti, feeling offended and very angry.

"Fine. Mr. Chen, you asked for this. Don't blame me for setting you up later."

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Just start shaking already, stop talking so much nonsense."

"it is good."

Torres was furious. He picked up the dice cup, put three dice in, and started shaking it.

Good heavens, this guy was tossing the dice cup around and shaking it back and forth, making a loud, clattering noise that dazzled everyone, who exclaimed that he was a master.

The three dice were ticking away inside the dice cup, making a very chaotic and jarring sound that was difficult to hear.

Yes, this is Torres's signature move, called "burying one's head in the sand," which is specifically designed to prevent others from hearing the dice roll.

With this move, no one could discern the number on the dice from Torres's hand.

He believed that Mr. Chen was also incapable.

Little did he know, Old Mo didn't need to listen at all. He was directly controlling the dice rolls with his divine sense.

"Clang..."

Finally, Torres stopped, slamming the dice cup onto the table with a loud crash. The dice continued to roll and clatter inside the cup before finally coming to a stop.

Torres smiled at Old Mo and said confidently, "Mr. Chen, you have one more chance to change things up. Are you sure you want to bet big?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "Of course. I'm sure, absolutely certain. Your score is 665, a whopping 17 points."

No way, he can tell the dice rolls just by listening to them?

The onlookers were stunned.

Torres laughed: "Mr. Chen, I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you. Fine, since you're so sure, then I'll start the game and make you admit defeat."

As Torres spoke, he opened the dice cup directly.

He habitually called out, "It's open! 665, 5 PM, ga..."

Torres was stunned, his eyes wide open like saucers, completely unable to believe it.

He clearly spun a small number, how could he possibly get such a large number? Unbelievable, unbelievable!

The scene was in uproar.

Sure enough, it really is 665, exactly as Mr. Chen said. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

How is that possible? How could he possibly beat the God of Gamblers?

This mysterious man from the East is terrifying beyond belief.

"I won! I won! It really is 665! Haha, it really is 665..."

Ferramin couldn't help but shout loudly.

Caesar was also pleased, but he sat there as steady as a mountain, and no one could tell how he felt.

Patton's face, however, was as black as charcoal. He was almost as black as those black devils.

"snort……"

Barton snorted and said to Ferramin, "It's just one win, why are you so happy? Just don't cry if we lose later. Humph..."

Ferramy laughed heartily: "Mr. Barton, I love seeing you angry, hahaha..."

Patton was so angry that his nose twisted.

Old Mo chuckled slightly and said, "How about it? Mr. Gambler, are you getting old? You're shaking whatever I bet on and winning for me. Hahahaha..."

Torres got angry, covered the dice cup, and sent the dice flying towards Old Mo.

"You're so good, you do it."

The force with which the dice cup spun and slammed down was not to be underestimated. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be left with a bruised and swollen face, looking utterly disheveled.

Old Mo simply waved his hand lightly, stopping the spinning dice cup with his palm. He then let the dice cup spin around in his hand, relieving his force, and easily and gracefully took the dice cup in his hand.

Ye Zimei watched from the side, her eyes sparkling.

This man not only satisfied her in bed, but was also exceptionally outstanding in every other aspect.

She wondered if Ye Zimei had saved the galaxy in her past life to have met such a man.

Old Mo held the dice cup, fiddling with it in his hand, and gently placed it on the table.

Then, he picked it up casually, shook it a few times, and slammed it onto the table.

"Come on, Mr. God of Gamblers, please place your bet."