Chapter 718: Always Betting Small

Next, Fang Feizhou began shaking the dice cup. From the sound of the dice rattling inside, he could even tell what numbers had come up. "Six, six, six-eighteen points, definitely 'big.'" After shaking, Fang Feizhou put the dice cup down on the table, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth. In the boxing ring, Francis Wang was unbeatable-his fists were iron, and cheating was out of the question. But in the casino, Fang Feizhou called the shots. Cheating or not, he was sure he could play...