Glancing at the camera on the ceiling, Tang Xiaoyue thought to herself, "Old Zhang should have arrived."
Even she could see Ning Fan's control over the game, not to mention the sharp-eyed Old Zhang.
"If it truly relies on skill..."
Tang Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something.
"How can this arrogant man have such good luck."
Tang Xiaoyue said softly, "Winning fifteen rounds in a row, tell me whose luck can be this good."
Luck is elusive, supposedly related to feng shui, but it's still metaphysics; no one can explain it clearly or provide a standard measure.
"Ah! He's won so much."
Though Tang Xiaodie seemed a bit naive and sweet, her family ran a casino, so she had some understanding of these things.
In casinos, there are plenty who maintain an unbeaten record.
But this unbeaten record has its ups and downs, winning more and losing less, maintaining an overall streak.
Winning in a row, especially fifteen rounds in a row, can't be explained by luck.
