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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

I had initially assumed that the bespectacled man and Nana would indulge in cheating as well. 


However, much to my astonishment, neither of them had engaged in any deceitful practices. 


Their rounds resulted in a loss of over four hundred thousand. 


I, on the other hand, netted a gain of over three hundred thousand. 


Lord Alaric also reaped a modest profit of several thousand. 


I found it curious that these two, clearly in cahoots with Joyce, had chosen not to cheat. 


What roles, then, were they playing in this game? 


As it was my uncle’s turn to deal, he casually conversed with me while shuffling the cards, asking, “Boss, given that your family is in the coal business, isn’t it particularly easy for you to gain wealth?” 


Although I couldn't fathom the motive behind my uncle's question, it was evident that he was attempting to lure me into a trap. 


Feigning indifference, I replied, “Oh, it’s not so easy. It’s all hard-earned money!” 


Chapter 328: The Mutual Fishermen