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

Pointing at the photograph, I calmly remarked, 


"I believe you all must be curious. This woman and child are undeniably the wife and son of the second boss. But who, then, is this man? Allow me to introduce him. His name is Borg, the owner of a small vegetable shop in the development zone. One of his legs was shattered by our second boss. Originally, he was meant to be our sister-in-law Verna's husband. However, when she became pregnant, the second boss discovered this. In a drunken jest, the patriarch of the Zou family, eager for grandchildren, declared that whoever helped him secure a grandchild would be entrusted with managing his affairs. I trust the ensuing tale won’t require elaboration…" 


The second boss's eyes burned with fury, and he shouted frantically, 


“Mad Kun, are you all dead? I order you to kill him, now!” 


The four brutish enforcers were about to spring into action when suddenly, the patriarch of the Zou family interjected. 


Chapter 299: The Blurred Lines of Truth and Deception