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's sharp tone rendered the buck-toothed man quivering like a leaf. He was about to speak when Eason suddenly delivered a forceful kick, striking the man squarely in the abdomen. 


With a thud, the buck-toothed man collapsed to the ground. 


“Where are your accomplices?” Eason demanded. 


Curled up on the floor, clutching his belly in agony, the man took a moment before responding, “I have no accomplices. I was hired for two thousand a day. The one who hired me is at the hotel at the end of the street!” 


Without hesitation, Eason yanked the buck-toothed man up. “Get up! Take me to the person who hired you, now!” 


Turning to Sunny, Eason added, “Sunny, I’m going to apprehend the one who hired him. You can relax; I’ll handle this. Oh, and please reserve a nice restaurant for us. We’ll celebrate Lupan later…” 


As he was about to leave, I interjected, “Eason, is it necessary for you to handle such a trivial matter personally?” 


Chapter 254: The Kung Fu Sect