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 Brother Ba's office, I presented him with a teapot. 


Since then, I have not encountered him again. 


Seeing me step outside, Centipede cast a sideways glance, his voice laced with coldness. 


The animosity Centipede bore toward me had not waned in the slightest. 


I was aware that it was only a matter of time before Brother Ba summoned me. Furthermore, the woman who had been cheating under his wing, Sister Huan, had once approached me with the idea of collaborating to deceive Brother Ba. I had declined. 


I spoke curtly, without unnecessary words. Though I harboured disdain for Brother Ba, I also understood that, given my strength, I could hardly refuse his summons. However, if he thought he could manipulate me like a puppet, he was gravely mistaken. 


A black BMW was parked by the roadside. I followed Centipede over. 


Chapter 60: Entering the Game