During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate.

In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will.

I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme.

Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace.

In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.

The Years I Was The Gambling God

Yet, as Su Mei had informed me, the playing cards in the casino are specially crafted. They are under strict supervision, and even the dealers have no opportunity to touch them before taking them to the table. I also scrutinized the cards closely, and I can affirm that there were no issues whatsoever. What, then, was this balding man's method of cheating? 


My curiosity regarding this balding gentleman intensified. He placed another hefty bet of ten thousand. While I quietly observed him, I prepared to place my wager. However, before I could lay down my chips, someone suddenly clapped forcefully on my shoulder from behind. 


Turning around, I found Ranulph standing there, his cold eyes fixed intently on me. I was aware that he had been assigned to work at the casino. Judging by the colour of his vest, he had likely risen to the rank of supervisor of the servers. 


"Is there something you need?" I queried icily. 


"Come with me…" he instructed, his voice low and commanding. 


Chapter 27: Twists and Turns