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

Su Mei and Elysianne realized the truth—the dice had not come from my direction. Elysianne’s face was flushed with anger as she fixed a piercing glare upon Old Wu. 


"It seems you're not content with merely losing one hand today. Perhaps we should take both!" 


With her words still hanging in the air, Elysianne waved her hand, signalling several security personnel to approach Old Wu. Yet, he remained unfazed. With a mocking grin, he retorted, "You little brat, still wet behind the ears, yet your bravado is remarkable. Don’t just take my word for it; ask your old man if he dares claim these hands of mine!" 


His eyes narrowed in defiance, leaving everyone present momentarily stunned. In Harbei City, whether one walks the path of righteousness or slips into the shadows, everyone who makes a living here knows to treat the Zou family with deference. Old Wu's tone was no playful banter among acquaintances but brimming with disrespect. 


Chapter 71: Playing Me for a Fool