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 card game continued for over an hour. During this time, I won two small pots, bringing my total winnings to over fifty thousand dollars. Initially, I intended to start cheating for money. However, I was surprised to discover that someone had already beaten me to it. 


The culprit was not the monk but the Orchid Lady at his side. In this high-stakes area with no betting limits, the cards are dealt by professional croupiers, and the deck is changed after each hand, making cheating rather challenging. The way the Orchid Lady cheated was through card stealing. She discreetly retained a card while helping the fake monk to discard his hand, slipping it into the discard pile. 


Chapter 241: Escape from the Tiger’s Den