Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Very few people dared to start a round on this gambling table, though, and whoever sat before it must be ready to place a bet of at least five million while knowing that the chips would increase as the game went.

  At this moment, however, none was concerned if anyone started a round on this table as all eyes were on a little lad in a black shirt.

  Half an hour ago, this young boy of six or seven years old exchanged for chips with the dealer.

  With chips only worth hundreds of thousands, he made a beeline for the French roulette in the gambling hall, and as if gambling was no more than a simple game, he casually placed a bet of tens of thousands.

  His brother stood nervously next to him.

  Bored of waiting outside earlier, Yun Tianyou decided to walk around the casino. When he found it interesting, he decided to play a few games to relieve his boredom.

  Nobody paid much mind to him at that time. Most were only thinking of how naïve the boy was, where he stole so much money to enter the casino, how he was gambling at such a young age, and what a wastrel he was!

  There were even some who drew close to give him kind advice. Alas, he just casually replied, “He he! I’m just playing around.”


  These were malicious words in the casino.

  People who said such were generally out to create trouble!

  Which one of those present did not have over a decade of gambling experience?

  Without so many years of experience, who would dare pull up their sleeves to roll the dice?

  His chips worth hundreds of thousands were insufficient to start a table, yet this brat dared speak such pompous words and create trouble. He was so young that he did not even know the rules here.

  What a joke!

  Youyou easily rested his arms on the table despite the many sneers directed at him and pushed all his chips forward with an evil smile; the onlookers became diffident.

  Betting everything in a game?

  A flash of disdain surfaced in the banker’s eyes.

  However, after the wheel turned, everyone paled in shock.

  The boy surprisingly won the first round and made a full profit.

  He maintained a slight smile and a calm demeanor as he reached for his bet.

  Eyeing his winnings, he wryly shook his head and faintly attributed, “Beginner’s luck.”


  Under everyone’s dumbfounded gazes, he threw all his capital and winnings on the table to start another round.

  The banker eyed him, thinking, .

  Everyone placed their bets, and after several rounds, his chips increased by a lot.

  Soon, the entire gambling hall was all fired up. The crowd’s initial contempt for the boy belied their present hoots to follow his bet.

  Although he won a lot of chips, the child remained nonchalant, only smiling slightly as he fiddled with a chip in his hand. Beads of sweat formed on the banker’s forehead, and he no longer dared to make a move.

  More and more gamblers were following Youyou, which made the banker hesitant to place a bet.

  Suddenly raising his head, the boy lazily put a finger and lightly shook it. He blandly commented, “You can’t make it.”


  The banker was livid. He could have made a huge profit today, but with the boy’s arrival, he had lost miserably, instead. His mood was already at rock bottom, yet this rascal still behaved so provocatively!