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

The buck-toothed man cast another glance my way and, after a moment's hesitation, rapped the table to signal for a card. 


I must admit, through my observations over the past couple of days, this gambler exhibited a considerable degree of caution, surpassing that of the previous adept players I had encountered. 


It was evident he began to sense something amiss as soon as I took over the dealing duties. 


I dealt him another card: the Two of Spades. 


Now, with four cards in hand, he totalled fifteen points. 


As the spectators scrutinized his hand, whispers began to circulate among the onlookers. 


“This hand is promising; if he pulls off a Five Small Dragons, he stands to win a staggering 160,000...” 


In most reputable casinos, the Five Small Dragons concept is nonexistent. 


However, many underground establishments in the northern regions have adopted it as a local variant. 


“Sir, you now have four cards. Will you raise your bet or opt for a push?” 


Chapter 253: A Permanent Solution