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

After Sunny finished speaking, neither of the two men uttered a word. 


I sipped my drink and continued, "Let’s do this. Find time to pull up the recent surveillance footage for me to examine..." 


"Sure, I'll arrange it right now!" Sunny said, immediately dialling a number. 


Upon leaving the lounge, I made my way to the surveillance room, where the person in charge scrutinized the footage with me. 


I wanted to review the recordings to find any commonalities among the players, as it was hard to believe that this many individuals could win without employing some form of deceit. 


Surely, there had to be some trickery involved. 


Initially, I noted that both the old man and the woman adorned with a Buddhist amulet wore watches. 


However, upon reviewing the tapes, I found that many of the winners were not even wearing watches. 


It seemed the issue did not lie there. 


Chapter 248: What Are You Staring At?