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

As I stepped out of the private room, I had no intention of visiting the restroom. Instead, I sauntered into the main gaming area, taking in the surroundings. A few players continued their games, and upon spotting a vacant table with a dealer tidying up the cards, I approached and engaged him in casual conversation. Having spent considerable time at the establishment, the dealers and staff had come to regard me as a senior executive. 


After a brief wait, I returned to the private room with a cup of coffee in hand. As I entered, the thin man shot me a disapproving glance and remarked, “Hey, could you please stop dawdling? What, did you go to the restroom just to sip coffee?” 


I chose not to respond, suppressing a smirk at his impatience. Patience, my friend, the real spectacle is yet to unfold. 


Turning to Su Mei, I observed, “It seems we’ve had a bit of a monetary imbalance. Ever since you started dealing, I've faced losses. Perhaps it’s time for a change in the dealer?” 


Chapter 272: The Showdown