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

Upon hearing my inquiry, Aunt Qian stated directly, “The old master’s demise is indeed quite suspicious. I recalled meticulously that during the lunar new year, the family was all at Shuanglong Mountain. Prior to retiring for the night, several siblings, including Uncle Zhong, had visited the old master’s chamber. Shortly thereafter, Fourth Uncle discovered that the old master was seated in an armchair, on the verge of losing consciousness…” 


“Was the old master previously diagnosed with any heart condition?” I pressed further. 


“What did the doctors say upon arriving at the hospital?” 


Aunt Qian furrowed her brow as she gazed out the window. 


After a long moment of contemplation, she finally replied, “In reality, the old master had already passed before reaching the hospital. The death certificate issued by the hospital simply cited a heart-related condition!” 


“Which doctor issued the death certificate?” 


Chapter 356: The Hospital