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

That distinctive gravelly voice could only belong to the habitual smoker, Wulfgar. It had been quite some time since we last communicated. Our previous encounter occurred after I had triumphed over Huang Run and dealt a blow to Mad Kun. I had informed Wulfgar to intercept Huang Run in the hotel lobby, resulting in a fierce conflict with Mad Kun, though, at that time, Wulfgar remained unaware that Mad Kun was affiliated with the Second Boss. His subsequent silence suggested a subtle dissatisfaction; I had chosen not to divulge Mad Kun's background. 


"I'm still awake, Wulfgar. What’s on your mind?" I remarked. 


Immediately, I heard a fit of coughs on his end. After he regained his composure, he continued, "Brother, could you make your way to Hula County tomorrow? I've set up something here and suspect I might be compromised. I need you to come take a look..." 


Chapter 163: Hula