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

The moment Verruckt found me, I was aware that this entire affair was the Big Boss's orchestration. He intended to lure me in on the grand opening day, only to ensnare me in his scheme before an audience. 


Yet, what he had not anticipated was my intent to be here. As for the snakes concealed within the suitcase, I had effortlessly executed a switch—Eldric had facilitated this exchange while I stealthily altered the contents during a visit to the restroom. 


At this moment, Zou Tian's fury was palpable, and the sting of snake bites only exacerbated his agitation, despite the fact they were not venomous. He glared at me, clearly on the verge of exploding. 


Before he could voice his frustration, a group of casino staff hurriedly entered the room. Among them was a manager clad in a grey suit who moved swiftly to Zou Tian's side and leaned in to whisper something. 


Chapter 345: The Chips