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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

Standing before the vault, Miriam hesitated momentarily before turning to me and saying, 


“Brother, I can hand over these materials to you. But if this matter ever comes to light, Guo Shuang will assuredly make me pay dearly. How about this—you give me some money to escape with, and then I’ll have no lingering worries...” 


She paused briefly, then extended five fingers and declared, 


I had expected her to demand an exorbitant sum, but five thousand was surprisingly modest. Without a second thought, I assented. 


She unlocked the vault and produced several discs. 


“From the beginning, I suspected Guo Shuang had turned against me. So, I secretly installed a miniature surveillance camera in his office. It captured plenty of incriminating evidence, though eventually he discovered it and beat me mercilessly. But no matter how much he pummeled me, I never surrendered those recordings...” 


Chapter 372: Concealed Scandals