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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

Noticing my silence, the Second Boss did not press me for a response. He silently waited on the other end of the line for my answer. After leisurely smoking through half a cigarette, I finally addressed the phone on speaker: 


“Second Boss, the crux of the matter remains—how can you expect me to trust you? If we join forces to eliminate Zou Tian, what’s to prevent you from turning your ire towards me afterwards? Would that not render my efforts utterly futile?” 


It was evident that the Second Boss had not anticipated this line of questioning. He paused for a moment before responding: 


“Let’s approach it this way: aren’t you and Elysianne on the same team? Why not have Elysianne send someone to detain me, turning me into your hostage? Should I betray you, you could dispose of me at your discretion. Surely, that would provide you a sense of security?” 


Chapter 342: The Grand Opening