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

Wulfgar remained utterly unconcerned, continuing to smoke with an air of indifference. 


The faux gambling god, Gao Yuan, had a face so disfigured that it was difficult to discern his current expression. 


The footsteps grew louder, coming closer. 


At the threshold, they abruptly ceased. 


Suddenly, there was a loud **bang** as the door was forcefully kicked open. 


In the doorway stood a densely packed group of individuals. 


Leading the pack was a man in his thirties. He was fairly handsome, of average height, and sported a buzz cut. He wore a black leather jacket and clutched the latest Motorola V998. 


Before he could fully enter, Gao Yuan sprang to his feet, wailing, “Brother, you finally made it! They’re falsely accusing me of cheating and want to kill me! Look at what they did to me…” 


He pointed, pitifully, at his facial injuries. 


Upon seeing Gao's injuries, the man’s expression darkened immediately. He fixed his gaze on Gao Yuan, asking in a low voice, “Who did this?” 


Chapter 166: The Helper