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

It stands as Harbei City's premier membership-only elite establishment. 


Even if one's wealth exceeds the ordinary, entry remains strictly reserved for members alone. 


Moreover, the private cuisine here is reputed to be exceptional. 


Upon my arrival, a manager dressed in a suit and white gloves awaited at the entrance. 


With a courteous demeanour, he opened the taxi door for me and politely inquired, 


"Are you Mr. Lupan? Miss Zou is expecting you upstairs; this way, please…" 


I followed the manager to the VIP room on the top floor. 


With a gentle press of the doorbell, it wasn't long before the door swung open. 


Elysianne stood in the doorway, a radiant smile gracing her features. 


The manager greeted her briefly before departing. 


Elysianne and I exchanged glances, enveloped in a comfortable silence. 


Today, her appearance starkly contrasted with her usual style. 


She wore a form-fitting black miniskirt that accentuated her alluring figure. 


Chapter 376: Devotion