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

During the drive back, my mind was consumed by the words Broderick had spoken. 


Glancing at Lord Alaric, who was behind the wheel, I instructed, 


“Lord Alaric, you should inquire with Geraldine tomorrow. I want to know how the old master of the Zou family truly passed away…” 


Lord Alaric nodded but before he could reply, his phone suddenly rang—it was Geraldine calling. 


He casually activated the speakerphone, and Geraldine’s weary voice emanated from the other end. 


In a low, profound tone, Lord Alaric responded, 


“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” 


After a while, Lord Alaric broke the silence first: 


“Everything has been settled. Broderick won’t bother you again. But he mentioned you helped him alter a certain death certificate. I want to know exactly how that person died.” 


Chapter 367: Anticipation