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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

As soon as Lord Alaric spoke, the entire room was stunned into silence. Although I had already vaguely guessed the relationship between Lord Alaric and Fengmei, hearing it confirmed from his lips still sent a jolt through me. Now, however, all the previous puzzles began to fall into place. No wonder Lord Alaric had dared to act so recklessly at Elephant Tower. And the words of Old Wu, who had said that nothing like the Zhanguantun incident would happen in Harbei City. And the way he had completely disregarded the second brother. And when he introduced Fengmei, he had boastfully mentioned that she had a handsome and talented son. It turned out that the shameless fellow had been referring to himself all along. 


Old Master Zou's face was also etched with surprise as he looked at Fengmei Qu and inquired curiously, "Fengmei, didn't you say that your son was sent overseas from a young age? When did he come back?" 


Chapter 264: The Dwarf