The minimum bet was also one million, and how much more to press was up to oneself.
Less than half an hour after the start, the chips in front of Ruan Tianling grew another layer.
More and more people gathered around, worshipping Ruan Tianling as the gambling god.
Meanwhile, in the casino's surveillance room, a man with a scar on his face stood in front of the LCD screen, watching Ruan Tianling with a cold gaze.
"Zoom in on the camera," he commanded coldly, and the staff immediately enlarged the image to focus on Ruan Tianling's dice-rolling hand.
The golden-covered Dice Poisonous Insect was rapidly shaking in his hand, so fast that it dazzled onlookers.
The scar-faced man squinted his sharp eyes, but he couldn't discern Ruan Tianling's cheating techniques.
It's impossible for someone to win every single round without ever losing solely based on luck; he must be cheating.
But it's no use knowing he's cheating if you can't see how he does it.
