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 individuals took Mad Kun and his companions away. 


I exchanged a brief farewell with Su Mei before departing with Dark. 


Dark led me to a barbecue restaurant adjacent to Lao Street. 


The establishment was modest in size, filled with smoke and chaos, revealing a somewhat unkempt atmosphere. 


However, Dark assured me that their barbecue was unparalleled in Harbei City. 


They used succulent lamb from the outskirts, with their spices being a proprietary blend. 


The meat, marbled with fat, sizzled and rendered on the charcoal, exuding a tantalizing aroma. 


Combined with their unique seasoning, the flavour was indeed exceptional. 


No sooner had I taken a few bites than my phone unexpectedly chimed. 


Without glancing, I recognized it was Wulfgar calling. 


Upon answering, I was greeted by Wulfgar’s persistent cough on the other end. 


“Brother, who is the man accompanying that well-endowed woman today?” 


Chapter 105: The Grand Gift