CHAPTER 892: CHAPTER 892: GO ALL IN

"Yeah. No need to open an account, just leave when you win. The key is you don’t have to worry about making a fortune before going to the bathroom and losing everything after using it. Isn’t this much more convenient and effortless than trading stocks?"

Although July Quinn’s words were quite true, stock trading can indeed be heaven one moment and hell the next.

But Quentin Donovan still felt that earning money at the gambling table was much less reliable than trading stocks.

"But the uncertainties at the gambling table are too many. What if you don’t win and end up losing your current assets?"

Quentin Donovan persuaded earnestly.

"I think it’s better to forget it. Let’s go open an account; we can still get it done today."

July Quinn has such good foresight ability; she should be making steady profits in the stock market.

Quentin Donovan felt she really didn’t need to take such big risks.

And at this moment, the dealer started shaking the dice.

Quentin Donovan wanted to say something else, but July Quinn quickly said, "Shut up, be quiet."

Although July Quinn is nearly ten years younger than him, perhaps after seeing her stock trading prowess, Quentin Donovan always felt she had an uncommon intimidating aura.

So when July Quinn scolded him, he immediately shut his mouth.

Soon, the dealer finished shaking the dice.

Everyone began to place their bets.

This time, Gold-Tooth bet big.

The sallow-faced skinny man saw Gold-Tooth bet big, so he followed suit.

But July Quinn placed all the chips worth 10 million she just got exchanged on small.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Young lady, going all in right at the start, that’s playing too big."

Gold-Tooth couldn’t help but jest.

"Exactly, and this round it looks like big has the edge. Going all in like this, you’ll end up losing everything."

The sallow-faced skinny man also tried to advise July Quinn as someone experienced.

Unexpectedly, July Quinn didn’t even spare him a glance: "Just mind your own business."

The sallow-faced skinny man felt his advice wasn’t taken, and muttered curses: "Fine, fine, fine, a dog that barks at Lu Dongbin doesn’t recognize a good person. I’ll just wait to see you cry when you’ve lost everything."

Quentin Donovan felt that July Quinn, a beautiful young girl, sitting among a bunch of gamblers was really inappropriate, and tried to persuade her again.

"July, if you don’t feel like opening an account, I can call someone to do it for us. Let’s go home first."

"No."

As Quentin Donovan intended to continue persuading, the dealer just revealed the results.

"134, small."

Instantly, the faces of Gold-Tooth and the sallow-faced skinny man were a bit uncomfortable because they lost.

In contrast, July Quinn’s 10 million chips directly doubled.

And this scene made Quentin Donovan suddenly shut his mouth.

Soon after, the dealer shook the dice once more.

This time, Gold-Tooth and the sallow-faced skinny man chose small, while July Quinn went all in with 20 million on big.

"July, why don’t we bet on small too?"

Though July Quinn won a round before, neither Gold-Tooth nor the sallow-faced skinny man, nor Quentin Donovan, thought it was more than just luck.

After all, July Quinn’s age was here; how could she understand gambling skills?

"No, this round is big."

July Quinn said.

As a result, this remark faced more merciless mockery from the sallow-faced skinny man and Gold-Tooth.

"Just won one round, and already acting like a gambling saint."

"Confidence is good, but overconfidence is a sickness."

But as it turned out, the dealer revealed the results once again.

"456, big!"

Their faces felt slapped, swollen with the result.