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

In life, where do we not encounter one another? 


Upon seeing the woman, a jolt ran through me. 


This woman was one of the skilled gamblers I had saved during the meeting between Eighth Brother and Boss Zheng, known as Gloria, or the Rose Sister. 


I was aware she hailed from Fengtian but never anticipated crossing paths with her here today. 


The ruffians surrounding her seemed to disregard her presence, their eyes lingering lecherously, as they provocatively asked, “Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to meddle?” 


Rose Sister pursed her lips, a disdainful smirk gracing her face. 


“Who am I? Speak my name, and you might just frighten yourselves! I am under the protection of the Fourth Master. If you dare cause any more trouble, don’t blame me for being impolite…” 


The bravado of the men, erstwhile puffed up, instantly deflated at the mere mention of the Fourth Master’s name. 


They stammered their apologies, supporting their fallen leader as they turned to leave. 


Chapter 249: Turbulent Waters