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

I refrained from sharing this information with the three of them. 


Given their temperaments, discovering the truth would undoubtedly provoke a retaliatory response. 


As everything remains unprepared, any impulsive act of vengeance would only lead to greater losses. 


For now, I could only endure—endure this psychologically twisted deviant! 


We arranged to meet at the entrance of Tianxiang Tower. 


Eldric appeared almost unchanged, save for one notable difference: he had acquired a new Volkswagen Golf. 


Upon entering the vehicle, I marvelled at the pristine interior and joked with Eldric, 


“Nice ride, Eldric! New car, I see.” 


Eldric shook his head repeatedly, addressing me, 


“Please, Lupan, spare me the teasing. In your eyes, this pittance is nothing…” 


Yet, I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. 


At this moment, Eldric might just be wealthier than I. 


Chapter 276: The Dance Club