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

“Old Master, I encountered Lupan at the entrance…” 


Fourth Uncle spoke with utmost caution. 


The moment these words slipped from his lips, Mr. Zou slowly opened his eyes. 


I must say, despite being in his sixties, Mr. Zou exuded an undeniable air of authority that instilled an unshakeable sense of pressure. After casting a stoic glance in my direction, he closed his eyes once more. 


“Who knows that I am at the Sacred Healer Hall tonight?” Mr. Zou inquired in a measured tone. 


“Uncle Zhong, Aunt Qian, and Master Huijiao…” Fourth Uncle promptly replied. 


This brief exchange left me internally astonished. Mr. Zou indeed was no ordinary man; the moment I appeared, he immediately sensed that someone had leaked his whereabouts. 


“The Nine-Fingered Remnant and the Six-Fingered Phantom have succumbed to you. Your methods of cheating are commendable…” Mr. Zou spoke again, and his words sent a chill down my spine. 


Chapter 243: A Subtle Hint