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

Noticing my silence, Kristin, the sister-in-law of the Zou family, let out a disdainful snort. 


Her gaze, fixed upon me, dripped with contempt. 


“Do you have any inkling that the venue in question belongs to the Bai family?” 


Kristin's words were particularly revealing. 


She deliberately emphasized the Bai family, neglecting to mention the Zou family altogether. 


It appeared that Zou Tian was now completely under the influence of the Bai family. 


I continued to regard Kristin with an icy indifference, remaining silent. 


My aloof demeanour only served to infuriate her further. 


Her voice rose a few notches as she seethed, “Let me enlighten you, Lupan. I have encountered countless gamblers of your ilk throughout my life. Quite frankly, you possess no right to stand before me. But since you audaciously chose a venue affiliated with the Bai family, be prepared to face the consequences!” 


As Kristin spoke, the flesh on her round face quivered slightly with indignation. 


Chapter 379: A Heart Like Still Water