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

As the gift was brought forth, Zou Tian remained still. He turned to the second boss beside him and declared, “Second brother, this present was chosen by us together for our little sister. Please, unveil it…” 


The second boss, appearing utterly bewildered, obediently raised his hand and pulled away the red cloth. 


When the gift was revealed to the assembly, a collective frown swept across the crowd. 


Similar to Qi Bridge's offering, it too was a model of a boat. 


However, while Qi Bridge's vessel was crafted from pure gold, Zou Tian’s gift was made of wood. 


The craftsmanship was mediocre, and the colour was an unremarkable black, resembling merely a block of wood. 


What stood out most were the four large characters painted on its surface: “Titanic”! 


Elysianne’s visage darkened with indignation upon viewing this shabby vessel. 


Glaring at Zou Tian, she demanded, “What exactly is the meaning of this, Zou Tian?” 


Chapter 381: The Theme Revealed