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 vice president dared not utter another word and promptly rose to leave in search of funds. 


Before long, he returned with a small leather case in hand. 


Upon opening it, I caught a glimpse inside—there appeared to be around five to six hundred thousand in cash. 


With the money secured, Gary’s confidence soared. 


In stark contrast to his previous tactics, Gary boldly staked three hundred thousand, committing one hundred thousand to his hand while placing an additional one hundred thousand on both Selena's and Old Bill's hands. 


In this round, he wagered three hundred thousand. 


Gary employed a desperate, all-or-nothing strategy. 


The outcome, however, was all too clear: he lost. 


Yet, it wasn’t a total defeat. He won one hand but lost two, resulting in a loss of one hundred thousand this round. 


Chapter 210: The Turning Point