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 all my years on the gambling scene, I have never seen anyone better than you when it comes to poker..." 


Said Mr Zheng, pointing at the TV and clicking his tongue in admiration. 


"These two hands are so beautifully played. I don't understand. What technique did you use exactly?" 


I remained unfazed, my face as calm as a still lake. 


It would be easy to see through my technique if it were that clear. 


My hands would probably be gone by now. 


Seeing that Mr. Zheng couldn't figure it out, Dark's heart settled. 


"No cheating by him, of course, you can't see it..." 


Mr. Zheng ignored Dark and continued with a smile 


"Because I could have caught that kid named Rolf a long time ago. But I didn't. I waited until you guys won most of his money. Then I had my men step in. How about that? Isn't the gift I gave you quite substantial?" 


Chapter 67: Setting the trap