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

“Third Uncle Earl has also arrived; he is the wealthiest man in Hexiang City. He was once involved in the underworld but has since turned over a new leaf…” Su Mei remarked, pointing to a tall, slender elder in the crowd as she turned to me. 


“Elysianne mentioned that with both Second Uncle and Third Uncle here, Zou Tian may not be as brazen…” 


This observation was one that Elysianne had shared with me previously. However, I could not help but find it somewhat naïve. 


The circumstances that did not change during Old Master Zou’s lifetime would not suddenly transform now that he had passed on. 


Who would still be inclined to meddle in the Zou family's affairs? 


Their attendance at this launching ceremony served no purpose other than to maintain an image of righteousness. 


Chapter 380: The Auspicious Hour Has Arrived