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

"Bald Liang," I began, my voice dripping with scorn, "weren't you issuing threats? Wasn't this supposed to continue? Let's finish this then. I shall grant your wish." 


With that, I raised the eighth beer bottle, poised to strike his head again. But, just as the bottle reached mid-air, a "thump" echoed. Bald Liang had abruptly fallen to his knees. His face, marred by blood and contorted with pain, was turned towards me, his eyes closed. His voice, a pathetic whimper: "I surrender! Please stop! I yield!" 


I scoffed. Seven bottles, and he gives up? 


Holding the beer bottle against his chin, I sneered. "Is this your surrender? Your defiance finally broken?" 


"Master Lupan, I surrender. I yield! I will cease my resistance!" 


"Master Lupan! I, Bald Liang, concede. You are magnificent—you are the master!" He bellowed his submission. 


Chapter 131: Guidance