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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

Blue Rose, a renowned night venue in Harbei City, beckoned even in the frigid depths of winter. Upon entering, one was greeted by an ambience that felt vibrant and spring-like. 


In the grand hall, two rows of hostesses stood poised, each around 1.7 meters tall, elegantly adorned in matching white qipaos with exquisite floral patterns. The high slits of the garments revealed tantalizing glimpses of their long, shapely legs. Every guest who entered was met with a respectful bow and greeting from these welcoming attendants. 


I intended to call the big boss to inquire about his location. However, before I could retrieve my phone, a manager-like man approached with a humble smile, saying, "You must be Mr. Lupan. Boss Zou is awaiting you in the presidential suite on the 8th floor. Allow me to escort you..." 


Chapter 269: Uninvited Courtesies