Chapter 511 Manly's Identity

While the gamblers excitedly exchanged theories and predictions, more of them began to fervently

place their bets on Any Triple, seeking the rush of winning a hundredfold profit, rationalizing that it

only takes a single win in a hundred tries to break even.

Manly's countenance wasn't pleased when she initially saw Danny betting on low and then winning

again. However, as she spotted more gamblers flocking to bet on Any Triple—now the majority, with

high bets second and low bets the fewest—she realized that even though Danny won another

million, the odds were now in favor of the house.

The cage opened: One… Two… Three—low!

Danny won yet again.

Manly's eyes predictably landed on Danny as she gave him a hint of recognition and possibly

appreciation. “Handsome, I’ve been at The Big Dipper for over a decade, and you’re the first man to

win three times in a row at my table. Quite impressive!”

"If I weren’t so impressive, how could I win your favor? A beauty like you only likes impressive men,

right?" Danny said flirtatiously.

The other gamblers erupted in surprise.

"Whoa, this country boy’s got some nerve, hitting on Manly!"

"Does he even know what Manly represents in The Big Dipper? The things he said to her should be

enough to have him chopped into pieces, right?"

"Chopped into pieces? It would be too lenient. They'll probably grind him into mush and feed him to

the dogs!"

Danny chose this table, not because he only had one hundred-dollar chip, but because he could tell

at a glance that the dealer at this table was no ordinary person. He learned that this woman was

called Manly. What he didn't know was that Manly was The Divine Star—the owner of The Big

Dipper—his only female and the youngest of seven disciples.

Manly responded to Danny's playful banter not with anger but with a coquettish question,

"Handsome, you’ve won three rounds already. Are you brave enough for a fourth?"

"Certainly! There’s nothing I wouldn't dare do in front of Manly," Danny boasted.

"I like that; a brave man is my type! But brave men go all in every round. You bet all your chips.

Betting any less means you’re chicken," Manly responded. Her underlying motive clear: she wanted

to wipe out all of Danny's chips with a single round. Winning chips on the gambling table didn't

really belong to you because even a towering stack can vanish in one bad bet.

"You want me to go all in every round? You sure about that?" Danny asked.

"Of course, I’m sure. But it depends on whether you, Daniel, have the guts," Manly challenged.

"Don't worry, Manly. If there's one thing I've got, it's courage. Especially at this table, there's nothing

I won't bet. As long as you can keep up, I’ll play until the very end with you, Manly—any which way

you like. I'll make sure you enjoy every minute, make you feel ecstatic," Danny indulged in flirtatious

bravado.

"Daniel, if you keep spouting this nonsense, be careful, or I’ll have someone smack that mouth of

yours," Manly warned, half-playfully, half-seriously.