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

Gazing at Huang Ze, Zou Tian suddenly extended his hand. 


It was clear he intended to embrace her. 


To his surprise, Huang Ze quickly sidestepped. 


Zou Tian's hand met only air, and he did not expect her to evade him so skillfully. 


Despite maintaining his smile, it now appeared more sinister. 


“Huang Ze, it’s been merely half a year since we last met. Why do you seem so unfamiliar with me?” 


Huang Ze, feeling awkward, lowered her head and remained silent. 


Beside me, Dark was exhibiting extraordinary ire, his eyes ablaze as they bore into Zou Tian. 


“Truth be told, I have known of your presence in Jingmen for quite some time. My journey here was twofold: to find you and to inaugurate a new venue…” 


As he spoke, Zou Tian raised his hand, prompting Verruckt to immediately present him with a slender cigar. 


Chapter 339: Provocation