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

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Master Zou let out a cold laugh. 


"Me? Ha! I am but a mere ephemeral being in this vast world. All things are like a chess game, and I am merely a chess piece. When it comes to the title of 'Gambling King,' there is only one true king in the three provinces of the Northeast, and that is Oliver..." 


"What I wish to convey is that these gambling kings from various regions are intertwined—there is a sharing of interests among them. Most hold stakes in one another's ventures, thriving together..." 


I nodded slightly, recalling that Sister Rose had shared similar insights with me during my time in Fengtian. 


At this juncture, Old Master Zou appeared somewhat weary. 


"You've been curious about who arranged for me to send someone to the airport that day. Who, in turn, caused the unfortunate Meilu to return to his small hometown?" 


Chapter 302: The Origin of Fate