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 soon as the two men entered, the second boss rose from his seat and gestured to The Six-Fingered Phantom to take the seat across from me. 


The Six-Fingered Phantom promptly seated himself directly opposite me, leaving Elysianne momentarily stunned. After a few seconds, she sprang to her feet, exclaiming, 


“Uncle, this is a matter between my brother and me. How can you involve yourself?” 


Although he supported the second boss, The Six-Fingered Phantom, like Nine-Fingered Remnant, was aligned with the elder Zou—there was no allegiance between him and the three siblings. The second boss's face curled into a smug grin. 


The Six-Fingered Phantom glanced at Elysianne before replying coolly, 


“Elysianne, you have a point. This indeed concerns you and your brother. As a senior, I shouldn’t interfere…” 


He then shifted his gaze to me, his tone changing as he continued, 


Chapter 230: The Insidious