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

As soon as I approached her, the woman pointed at my cigarette and said, "Could I have one?" 


I took out a cigarette and handed it to her. 


She glanced at the cigarette in her hand and said playfully, "Not bad—a three-hundred-yuan soft Zhonghua cigarette. A fine smoke!" 


This was one of the packs Su Mei had given me last time. 


I don't smoke heavily, so my cigarettes were still mostly untouched. 


When she returned it to me, her hand brushed against mine, lingering long enough to create a hint of intimacy. 


Such subtle flirtation, I naturally paid no heed to. 


I quickly realized this woman hardly knew how to smoke. 


She took a drag and immediately exhaled, treating it as mere play. 


Having only casually observed her upon entering, I now had to admit—this woman was wonderful. 


She appeared young, perhaps in her mid-twenties. 


Standing at about five foot six, her skin was flawless and smooth, exuding a porcelain-like allure. 


Chapter 42: The Beautiful Bet