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

I recall the words of a philosopher who once said: 


"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." 


Just as I find myself observing the throng illuminated by the lights, 


my old acquaintances—Chen Mazzi and his son, Verruckt, and Mad Kun—are likewise scrutinizing me. 


Surrounding them are a cadre of henchmen, 


and the crowd is substantial, numbering at least in the hundreds. 


"Elysianne isn't answering her phone!" 


Su Mei exclaimed, distress etched across her features as she dialled repeatedly. 


Outside, Chen Chengbei, adorned with a white bandage on his head, 


was brazenly beckoning at me with a crooked finger. 


"You think you're so mighty? Get out of the car! Today, I’ll make you pay!" 


As I reached for the door handle, Su Mei interrupted me urgently. 


She believed that remaining within the car offered a semblance of safety. 


Chapter 235: Who Else?