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

The conversation between the two revealed much. It seemed the second boss did not regard the brother-in-law too highly, while the brother-in-law appeared eager to curry favour with him. 


After hanging up, the brother-in-law addressed those in the room directly: 


“Let us relocate and continue our discussion!” 


This time, Wulfgar fell silent. He shot me a furtive glance, and I returned it with a discreet sign. Whether he understood my gesture, I could not tell. 


We took the elevator down to the bathing hall. 


The main entrance’s revolving door remained closed, but a side door was ajar. 


The brother-in-law's three or four subordinates walked ahead, while I, along with Wulfgar and the others, followed in the middle. The brother-in-law and the remaining thugs brought up the rear. 


Upon reaching the entrance, two of the thugs exited through the side door in sequence. However, barely had they stepped out when a loud crash echoed through the air. 


Chapter 167: The Past