Everyone thought that Lin Chen was just too lucky, but having the Tianyan Divine Eye made winning money a breeze for him.
After reshuffling the cards, the female croupier said, "Please place your bets."
This time Lin Chen had three eights, but his opponent had three Jacks. He was definitely going to lose this hand.
Lin Chen took a two-hundred chip from the table and threw it out.
Two hundred, the smallest chip at the table.
"Hey, you're on such a winning streak, why are you betting so little? You should press your advantage!" Tian Bin said anxiously.
This was a typical mindset—wanting to win more while on a roll, often ending up losing what had been won.
"Yeah, sir, while you're lucky, win some more money," the female croupier said, raising her eyebrows slightly as she leaned towards Lin Chen, trying to tempt him.
If it were anyone else, they would have gotten excited by the croupier's seduction and placed a high bet, but Lin Chen simply shook his head: "Just two hundred."
