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

The man also donned a dark suit. Though not particularly tall—around five feet seven—his physique was robust. He held a pair of sunglasses in his hand and entered the room with a perpetually stern expression, as if on the verge of an explosive outburst. Upon seeing him, Gonzalo's face lit up with surprise. He immediately stood and addressed the man with deference: 


“Uncle Tong, what brings you here?” 


Uncle Tong wore a grim countenance and remained silent, while the young woman hurried to Rolf’s side. She inspected him with evident concern before anxiously inquiring, “Baby, are you alright? They didn’t do anything to you, did they?” 


Rolf, whose tears had just dried, found them flowing once more at her words. “I thought I’d never see you again…” They embraced tightly in a heartfelt reunion. This scene filled me with revulsion; Rolf's deceitful nature was now masked by a façade of sentimentality aimed at ensnaring the girl. 


Chapter 65: The Blade Concealed Within a Smile