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

Aunt Qian’s words elicited an immediate response from the second boss, who expressed his dissatisfaction. He had little regard for her authority. Aunt Qian felt a twinge of awkwardness at the exchange. Just then, Uncle Zhong interjected, 


“Aunt Qian’s opinion reflects that of the elder…” 


His words rendered the second boss momentarily speechless. Though still visibly frustrated, he refrained from further argument. Once Jareyh and the representatives from Elephant Tower departed, the meeting room fell into silence once more. The second boss turned his ire toward Elysianne, 


“All of this trouble has been instigated by Elysianne. Isn’t it time we discussed reclaiming her casinos?” 


Uncle Zhong glanced around the room, coldly inquiring, 


To my surprise, the matronly sister-in-law, who had remained silent until now, spoke up, 


Chapter 229: The Six-Fingered Phantom