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

Let me reiterate, lest I be accused of redundancy: Gamble not! Gamble not! Avoid gambling at all costs! The arts of the gambling clans are inexhaustible; the only limit is the imagination. For commoners and seasoned gamblers alike, gambling leads to ruin. Consider Huang Ze; she believed she held the upper hand, oblivious to impending events. 


Time crawled by. Huang Ze idly manipulated playing cards while I smoked, a heavy silence settling over the grand ballroom as we awaited Auntie Wyatt. Eighth Brother, having observed my locked suitcase, leaned in. "Brother, why not leave the money and apologize to the Huang sisters? I'll intercede; this can end amicably." 


His feigned benevolence was a thinly veiled attempt to profit from the situation. I shook my head. His displeasure was palpable; he jabbed a finger at me, it trembling. 


Chapter 141: The Ruthless One