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

In the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed softly. Through the frosted glass, one could faintly discern the alluring silhouette of a woman bathing. 


Truth be told, I do not understand women, nor do I desire to. I lack the skills to please them and could never lower myself to be a sycophant. Those who catch my eye must either be won, compensated, or dismissed. In contemporary terms, one might say I am a staunch "iron man." 


Yet, there is one thing I am certain of: my woman must not be subjected to any form of indignity. And at this moment, I have unequivocally deemed Su Mei to be my woman. 


The bathroom door swung open, revealing Su Mei clad in a silk camisole nightdress. Her hair was elegantly wrapped in a white towel. Glancing at me with a cool demeanour, she said, "Take your shower; your nightwear is in the bathroom…" With that, she turned and retreated to the bedroom. 


Chapter 31: The Victor Takes All