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

A frenzied chase ensued as the petty thieves from the office spilt out into the corridor, reinforced by cohorts emerging from other rooms. Aeliana, a blur of motion, led the charge. Two slender daggers danced in her hands, a deadly ballet of flashing steel and agonized cries. I had previously witnessed glimpses of Aeliana's exceptional speed and skill with bladed weapons, but today, her full prowess was unveiled. A dozen thieves emerged from the corridor; almost everyone who dared approach found themselves grievously wounded. The few remaining cowered, pressed against the walls, paralyzed by fear, too terrified to advance further. 


Dark, bringing up the rear, appropriated a fire extinguisher from a nearby corner. He whirled it menacingly, knocking back the pursuing mob. Then, swiftly removing the safety pin and releasing the pressure, he unleashed a blinding cloud of white powder, temporarily incapacitating the pursuers. Seizing the opportunity, we fled towards the stairs. 


Chapter 151: Feng Mei