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

The cold night pierced like ice, with winds that cut like daggers. 


When I glanced towards Chen Chengbei once more, he immediately cowered behind Chen Mazzi. 


“Father! Quickly, think of a way to help me…” 


Among the various second-generation scions I had encountered in Harbei City, 


the most inept was undoubtedly this scion of the thief king, Chen Chengbei. 


Chen Mazzi, born of the old world, was far steadier than his son. 


Fixing his gaze on me, Chen Mazzi declared with fierce conviction: 


“Lupan, should you dare to lay a finger on my son today, the hundred members of our thieving clan will risk their lives to ensure you pay dearly!” 


To safeguard his son, he was willing to fight to the death. 


What a resplendent display of paternal affection! 


Chapter 237: Sowing Discord