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

As we walked, Liora quietly informed me, 


“This establishment is owned by Selena. However, its business is rather ordinary. Of course, the young lady from the Qi family remains unconcerned about its profitability. To her, it serves merely as a venue for card games, tea, and gatherings with friends…” 


While Liora explained, I casually surveyed my surroundings. 


The decor of this club was decidedly avant-garde. 


Circa 2000, most upscale places favoured a design brimming with opulence and grandeur. 


Yet Selena's establishment embraced a minimalist Nordic aesthetic, 


Predominantly characterized by hues of black, white, and grey. 


Even the walls were adorned with grey limestone. 


This style would later be playfully dubbed “cool and detached.” 


Liora led me to the card room on the second floor. 


Upon entering, I beheld a poised and elegant woman, 


Holding a teacup, standing by the window, gazing outside. 


Chapter 171: A Touch of Deceit