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

After the four cards had been revealed, I found myself pondering how to replace the fifth card. I didn't even notice Old Master Qi's instructions. 


Seeing my hesitation, Qiankun smirked slyly and remarked, “Young man, why the silence? Do you sense your inevitable defeat?” 


He regarded me with an air of triumph. 


“Let me share a thought or two with you. My bond with my apprentice is strong, and his methods of deceit rival my own. But do you know the principal distinction that sets us apart?” 


“It’s my prudence. You previously executed a cunning switch, using a tattoo as a diversion to outwit him. Such ploys, however, would not affect me. I can assure you this: in this round, you shall certainly lose. Your hidden card is the Queen of Clubs. Therefore, regardless of whether you reveal my hidden card or not, you are already defeated! Do you understand where your failure lies?” 


Chapter 296: Serendipitous Strike