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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

The room was enveloped in a heavy silence. After a lengthy pause, Uncle Zhong slowly spoke up, "Old Master, have you been smoking?" 


I furrowed my brow at his tone. It hardly resembled a conversation between master and servant. 


"I indulged a bit," Old Master Zou replied tersely. 


Uncle Zhong did not linger on that topic but continued, "Old Master, you should not have allowed Lupan to treat the Second Master in such a manner today. Reflect on it—over the years, the economic lifeline of the Zou family has largely depended on the Second Master's establishments. Your actions have saddened many." 


Uncle Zhong pressed on, "This Lupan cannot remain; he will inevitably become a source of trouble. Moreover, the venues should continue to be managed by the Second Master. Your public statement today—that others can open establishments in the Zou family's territory—should be retracted as well..." 


Chapter 303: The Puppet