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

Old Man Liu, like myself, wore a look of utter astonishment. 


“Chen Chengbei is Chen Mazzi’s only son, and this young scoundrel has inherited all his father’s deplorable vices. He gambles, he drinks, he womanizes, he cheats—he’s a master of depravity. But his greatest talent lies in gambling. How did this young woman become entangled with Chen Chengbei?” Old Man Liu inquired. 


His subordinate immediately responded, “The specifics are unclear. A young informant reported that yesterday morning he witnessed Aeliana, accompanied by several young men who had once received Ulfred’s benevolence, entering Chen Chengbei’s hotel. Chen Chengbei himself met them at the entrance. They haven’t emerged since…” 


“Where is this hotel?” I immediately asked. 


“It’s next to the bus station; it’s called the Chengbei Hotel!” the subordinate replied. 


With that, I rose to my feet, preparing to depart for the bus station. 


Chapter 148: The Trap