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 Su Mei spoke, she pointed towards a nearby area. 


What could captivate one in a garden during the depths of winter? 


We rounded a corner and passed through a tranquil corridor. 


Once again, I found myself awestruck by the scene before me. 


This place was less a garden and more reminiscent of a Jiangnan landscape garden. 


Covered walkways cascaded gracefully, pavilions and alcoves adorned the area, while rock formations and flowing water added to the charm. 


Even in winter, the streams trickled merrily, showing no signs of freezing. 


Surprisingly, there were seven or eight hot spring pools nearby, wreathed in billowing mist, harmonizing beautifully with the verdant landscape. 


It felt as if I had stepped into a painting. 


Observing this beauty, Su Mei let out a soft sigh and remarked, 


Chapter 223: Old Acquaintances