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

Once everyone had satiated their hunger, Gary, stroking his crew cut and chomping on a toothpick, cheerfully remarked, “If everyone is sufficiently fed, let’s proceed to the next activity as per the customary practice whenever Selena visits. How about a few rounds of cards?” 


“Pushing a few rounds” is a local term that refers to playing cards. A few individuals who weren't inclined to play made their exit, while the remaining guests followed Gary back to his hotel, where a dedicated game room awaited. 


The spacious room featured a customized professional gambling table at its centre, accompanied by a cosy lounge area. Scattered atop the gambling table were an assortment of gaming paraphernalia, clearly remnants from the previous night’s festivities. However, what truly astonished everyone was the presence of a shotgun, approximately one meter in length, prominently displayed on the table. 


Old Bill casually picked it up and inquired of Gary, “What’s the purpose of this?” 


Chapter 199: Luck?