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

Initially, I had no intention of resorting to deceit in this game. 


I merely sought to gauge the waters before implementing my strategy in the following days. 


However, the very first round presented an unexpected turn of events, stirring within me a heightened sense of vigilance. 


Utilizing the information provided by Edmund, I was able to ascertain that Joyce lacked knowledge of any cheating techniques. 


Did that mean his triplet was truly a stroke of luck? 


With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I resolved to explore the matter further. 


As the players began to place their bets, I stacked five bundles of cash before me and declared, "Having endured so many losses, it is high time for my victory. 


I intended to place a significant bet, hoping to unveil how Joyce might be cheating. 


After Joyce shuffled the cards, he gestured for us to cut the deck. 


Chapter 327: Subtle Deception