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

I could sense that the second master was struggling to suppress his fury. After a considerable pause, he directed a loud command towards the entrance, "Bring him here!" 


No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of hurried footsteps approached from the door. Turning my gaze, I saw the four formidable enforcers accompanied by a cadre of bodyguards striding swiftly toward the stage. The second master and Uncle Zhong had been preparing for this moment, ready to exert force if the big boss proved unyielding. 


The big boss wore a blank expression on his round face, leaving everyone uncertain of his thoughts at that instant. 


"Escort my brother to rest!" the second master said coldly. 


Chapter 308: Fangs