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

Upon hearing the jacketed man request a loan, I immediately raised my leg and delivered a swift kick to his abdomen. 


Simultaneously, I unleashed a stream of vulgarities: 


“Get lost! Let me tell you, you owe forty thousand. If you don’t repay within a week, I swear I’ll break your legs. Remember, not a dime less!” 


The jacketed man collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach. 


His eyes glazed over as he muttered incoherently: 


“Forty thousand... Do you want to break my legs? But I’ve lost over three hundred thousand here! Only a month, just a month, and I’ve lost so much. I didn’t gamble before; it was you all who dragged me in. My wife wants a divorce, and my parents have disowned me. Most of what I lost was company funds. What do you want me to do? I can't even borrow a thousand. If I can't turn this around, I’ll end up in prison…” 


His rambling was disjointed, yet I grasped the essence of his plight. 


Chapter 218: The Twin Jokers