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

Upon arriving at Uncle Zhong’s room, I found him packing his belongings. Intrigued, I inquired, “Uncle Zhong, are you departing?” 


As he placed his pipa into his suitcase, he replied, “Indeed, I am heading to Yundian.” 


Yundian? This place-name had been mentioned to me frequently by numerous individuals lately: my Fourth Uncle, Old Wu, and now Uncle Zhong. Just as I was about to ask him more, Uncle Zhong raised his gaze and said, “You have already mastered the Jingua Eight Techniques. However, mere instruction from me will not suffice; you must seek to gain experience through practice…” 


With that, Uncle Zhong secured his suitcase, picked it up, donned his coat, and turned to leave. 


“Be sure to lock the door as you leave!” 


Although my interactions with Uncle Zhong had been brief, I could sense his complex nature—cold on the outside but warm within. Watching his retreating figure, I hastily called out, “Uncle Zhong, I have a question I would like to ask you…” 


Chapter 258: Kin Brothers Settle Accounts Clearly