Small tiger

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

Sunny then lifted her gaze to regard me, gesturing toward the chair across from her. 


"Please, sit down, Mr. Lupan. The reason I called you here is to inquire about an incident from last night. Did you find yourself involved in a confrontation?" 


A hint of confusion stirred within me. 


I was taken aback to discover that Sunny was already aware of the matter. 


"Yes, a few delinquents were causing trouble. There was a bit of a scuffle..." 


Before I could finish my thought, Eason abruptly raised his voice, his face a mask of discontent as he questioned me. 


"You nearly severed one of their fingers and inflicted a serious head injury! And you dare to refer to this as a mere scuffle? Do you even comprehend who that person is? They have already come looking for you!" 


It was then that I realized those individuals outside had indeed come in search of me. 


Eason's tone grew urgent, prompting Sunny to interject quickly, 


Chapter 251: Consolation