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

Returning home, after a quick wash, I prepared for bed. Before I could settle, a text message arrived: "Please reply at your convenience!" – Su Mei. I returned her call. 


"I've heard about the brilliantly executed plan. Congratulations!" 


Lighting a cigarette, I replied, "I owe you; this wouldn't have worked without your help.” It wasn't mere politeness; it was the truth. 


"Oh, I wouldn't dare let Master Lupan thank me. I'm satisfied you didn't criticize my performance..." Su Mei joked, a demeanor I preferred over her overly cautious, Elysianne-centric self. 


"By the way, Master Lupan, the matriarch just called Elysianne, inquiring about you. It seems she suspects your involvement. Be cautious…" 


I wasn't surprised, nor worried. Even if the Zou patriarch and matriarch knew, they wouldn't act against me. Doing so would be an admission of their mistake and a public acknowledgement of their misjudgment involving Eighth Brother and Huang Ze, which they would avoid at all costs. 


Chapter 144: Catching a Thief