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

Though I felt helpless, I had no other choice. I hastily packed a few essentials and took a taxi straight to the East Station. The East Station is the oldest railway station in Harbei City, characterized by its Russian architectural style. 


Upon my arrival, I found Old Wu squatting in front of the main gate, engrossed in the lively atmosphere around a chess stall. As soon as he spotted me, he sprang to his feet. 


Without uttering a word, he seized my arm and dragged me into the station. 


“Where are we going?” I inquired urgently. 


Though the name Zhan Guantun sounded rather quaint, it is, in fact, a significant city within our province. Before the year 2000, it was famously known worldwide as the ‘Thieves’ City.’ 


Upon learning our destination, I immediately questioned, “What are we going there for?” 


“To gamble! You promised to help me win a game against someone!” 


Chapter 115: The Malevolent Beggar