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

Su Mei's words, however, weren't entirely devoid of merit. With my current capabilities, confronting the two young masters of the Zou family was an insurmountable task. Yet, the game with Huang Ze was a gamble I had to take and win. However, I could achieve victory by alternative means. 


"What is it?" she inquired, curiosity evident in her tone. 


"For the next few days, I need daily photographs of Huang Ze. Full-length shots, capturing her attire, hairstyle, jewellery, even the handbag and footwear she carries—everything meticulously detailed." 


"Very well. I shall attend to it," she readily agreed, dispensing with any inquiries regarding my intentions. This was Su Mei's greatest virtue; her discretion was unwavering. 


Expressing my gratitude, I left her generous offer untouched and prepared to depart. As I reached the door, she called out, 


Chapter 133: A Counterfeit