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

Life often presents a circuitous journey. 


At times, the person you seek may be closer than you realize. 


Much like now, the Fourth Brother that Jun mentioned is within my reach. 


Yet, I pressed further, asking, “What is the full name of this Fourth Brother? Is he still associated with the Zou family?” 


Jun, thoroughly intimidated by Dark, dared not fabricate a response. 


“I don’t know his full name; we simply referred to him as Fourth Brother. He is still with the Zou family, though I can't say if he manages the team…” 


As long as he remained with the Zou family, my return to Harbei City would allow me to inquire about him through either Su Mei or Elysianne. 


On the journey back, Dark drove the rental car while Lord Alaric continued his cheerful banter. 


Aeliana and I sat in the back, gazing out at the frost-laden landscape, my heart a tangled mess of dark thoughts. 


Could my father’s demise be linked to them? 


Chapter 205: The True Roots