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

After raising my glass in a toast to Eden Martha, I smiled and said, “Eden, Old Wu has long mentioned to me that your grasp of the matters in Jingmen is quite remarkable. While you know only half of what transpires above, you possess comprehensive insight into everything below. I was initially sceptical, but upon my arrival in Jingmen, it has become abundantly clear that your intelligence is truly unparalleled!” 


As I spoke, I gave a thumbs-up to Eden Martha. 


He downed the contents of his cup in one swig, followed by a bite of beef, savouring the flavour as he chewed and remarked, “You rascal, don’t flatter me too much. We both know our worth. However, if it’s reliable intel you seek, I can confidently say there’s no one in Jingmen more astute than us!” 


Well aware of my flattery, Eden Martha accepted my praise with evident satisfaction. 


“Now, what is it you wish to inquire about?” 


Chapter 340: Underhandedness