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 strolling down the street for a while, I hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to take a leisurely tour around the city. 


At this moment, I needed to remain composed, carefully recalling all the normal and abnormal occurrences. Only by doing so could I ensure I remained invulnerable in this intricate game. 


The taxi wound its way for some time, and before I knew it, we had arrived near the Elephant Tower. 


Typically, at this hour, all the establishments would be buzzing with activity. However, to my surprise, the parking lot of the Elephant Tower was barely populated. 


Upon disembarking and gazing at the glowing neon sign for "Elephant Tower" flickering above, I felt a certain intrigue. 


Elephant Tower had always been an enigma in Harbei City. Since its opening day, it had turned other venues upside down. Yet the most intriguing aspect was the anonymity of its owner. 


Chapter 354: The Gift