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 was well aware of the situation Qi Bridge described. Many places would open temporary venues at the end of the year, typically operating for two or three months before shutting down. Even in that brief span, they could rake in a significant amount of quick cash. 


“Did your surveillance team not notice anything unusual?” I inquired. 


Qi Bridge shook his head. “No, we dispatched several agents, but no one observed any discrepancies. I know this patron personally; I can assure you he wouldn’t cheat. Yet, I can’t fathom how he’s managed to win so much. That’s why I’m reaching out to you, Mr. Lupan, to see if you could help identify the issue…” 


Before I could respond, Selena shot Qi Bridge a playful glare, displeased. “As my dear brother, how could you dilly-dally so long without addressing the main point?” 


“What main point?” Qi Bridge responded, puzzled. 


“The remuneration! How much are you offering? Our Sir doesn’t work for free!” 


Chapter 285: The Counterattack