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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

“Aunt Qian, one could say that the old master has been a benefactor to me throughout my life. Now, with his untimely departure, I feel a pressing need to act in his honour; otherwise, I would be unable to reconcile my conscience…” 


Aunt Qian's words caught me off guard. 


Indeed, I too had sensed that Old Master Zou's passing had come rather unexpectedly. 


However, it seemed a matter irrelevant to me, and I hadn’t given it much thought. 


After taking a sip of tea, I inquired of Aunt Qian, "Are you suggesting that the old master’s death was not an accident, but rather that someone had sinister intentions?" 


Aunt Qian shook her head deliberately. 


“It is difficult to ascertain. In this profit-driven household, anyone could be a suspect!” 


Chapter 355: The Enigma