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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

Once back at the dining table, Selena poured a glass of wine for Qi Bridge. 


With wine-filled, the three of us engaged in casual conversation, starting with mere pleasantries. 


As the night progressed, and after several drinks, Qi Bridge abruptly shifted the topic and asked me, “Mr. Lupan, I heard you had quite a confrontation with the head of the Zou family in Jingmen?” 


I maintained a stoic expression as I nibbled on some food, choosing not to respond. However, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of surprise. How had Qi Bridge come across such information, especially given that the incident occurred in Jingmen? 


Noting my silence, Qi Bridge instantly continued, “Mr. Lupan, don't misunderstand me. The reason I know is that our Qi family has been keeping a close watch on Zou Tian. You wouldn’t believe it; after the passing of Old Zou, Zou Tian has been on an aggressive expansion spree. He’s opened three establishments on our Qi family’s territory already…” 


Chapter 353: The Mist