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

After a protracted silence, Uncle Tong coldly declared, “Very well, I’ll offer five hundred thousand! Now, may I take my man?” 


“What are you insinuating, Tong? Even if you refuse, I cannot deny you your companion. Ha ha, right?” The casino owner, Zheng, employed his typical rhetoric, which stirred Uncle Tong’s frustration. 


Yet, Uncle Tong had no choice but to suppress his anger. He turned to Tong Lingling and snapped, “Take this disgraceful fool and leave!” 


“Do take care, Tong. Next time you visit, give me a heads-up. I’ll prepare some fine dishes for us to enjoy!” Zheng jovially sent them off, and Rolf departed unscathed. But I felt no regret; on the contrary, I was somewhat pleased, for I knew that a dog rarely changes its ways. In a few days, he would certainly return to gambling, and as long as he did, I would have the opportunity to push him into the abyss. 


Chapter 66: The Breaking Point