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

I immediately turned my attention to the croupiers' footwear. Indeed, their shoes were identical. At the very tips, a minuscule camera was cleverly concealed. My perplexity, however, remained. 


I addressed Bald Liang directly. "Brother Liang," I inquired, my tone sharp, "how does this camera achieve a perspective beneath the table's surface?" 


Liang, steadfast in his denial, maintained his indignant posture. He glared at me, neck rigid. "I don't know," he retorted, his voice thick with defiance. "They only told me this device could see through the cards when I acquired it from the south. I don't care about the mechanics; all I cared about was its efficacy." 


His response seemed genuine. My query, however, remained unanswered. The enigma lingered, baffling me for a considerable time. 


Resolution came unexpectedly, through an encounter with a venerable figure from a renowned Guangdong gambling sect. Upon recounting the incident, he provided the answer. 


Chapter 130: Defiance