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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

Old Master Zou's words were intended to provoke. He knew I would arrive today without fail. 


Aunt Qian immediately cast her gaze towards our table. 


I stood up, impassively declaring, “I am here!” 


Qiankun turned his attention towards me, scrutinizing me with his murky eyes. 


“Very well, accounts must be settled by year’s end. Since you injured my junior’s six-fingered hand, I, as his senior, shall reclaim that debt for him. Let us gamble today!” 


As he spoke, Qiankun handed his wine glass to a nearby server. 


I scoffed. “Gamble? What reason do I have to gamble with you?” 


The words left my mouth, causing a momentary pause among the onlookers; even the second boss seemed taken aback by my outright refusal. 


It was simple—why should I gamble with a stranger? Just because I had defeated his apprentice? I had bested many; should I then challenge anyone who sought to throw dice my way? 


Chapter 294: The Dark Guessing Game