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

Eighth Brother casually tossed discarded cards into the overflowing wastebasket, amidst cigarette butts, tea leaves, and spittle. The prospect of rummaging through it repelled Huang Run, plunging her into a dilemma. 


Huang Ze, silent until now, broke the impasse. "Forget it, Huang Run. We concede defeat." She turned to me with an enigmatic smile. "My wager included more than money; it encompassed our descent downstairs in our underwear, correct?" 


"Excellent. When shall the spectacle commence?" 


I studied her curiously. "You mean this concludes now? No further games?" 


She nodded. "I've lost interest. I merely wish to know when I'll fulfil our agreement." 


"Sister!" Huang Run protested, her brow furrowed. She was loath to endure another humiliation. 


Chapter 140: Ink