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 hearing the woman's declaration, Johnson immediately acquiesced, exclaiming, "Alright, alright, I’ll return the money to you right now..." 


As he began counting the cash to reimburse them, I took a drag from my cigarette, a subtle, cold smile appearing on my lips. 


"Johnson, being caught cheating isn't something you can easily resolve, is it?" 


Johnson already harboured resentment toward me, and seeing me alone only amplified his ire. As a former fitness instructor, he relied on his imposing stature to confront me directly. 


"What do you propose we do?" he demanded, glaring at me. 


Taking a slow puff of my smoke, I regarded him calmly. "There are two paths before you, your choice. First, by the rules of the game, being caught cheating means you must relinquish something. I don't require much—just three fingers will suffice. The second option is to provide us three with satisfactory compensation." 


His face hardened, and he asked through clenched teeth. 


Chapter 281: The Choice