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

Before I could utter a word, Qin Long let out a resigned sigh and addressed Mad Kun. 


“Mad Kun, he hasn’t cheated nor broken any rules. As long as he seized the dice with one hand, it’s not considered a violation…” 


“Nonsense!” Mad Kun vehemently protested. “By your logic, if I snatched the dice into my hands, wouldn’t that mean I win automatically?” 


Qin Long smirked, “And do you have a score? It’s the higher points that determine victory!” 


Mad Kun fell silent, quickly at a loss for words. He understood the rules; he simply didn’t want to lose—especially not his precious teeth. 


“Mad Kun, a wager is a wager. I hope you don’t lose your dignity or bring shame upon the Second Boss,” Qin Long stated coldly, his words carrying an unmistakable weight. 


One could sense a certain dignity in Qin Long, characteristic of someone well-versed in the art of gambling. He abided by the rules, willing to accept the consequences. 


Picking up the dice cup, Qin Long turned to leave. 


Chapter 103: Settling the Bill