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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

After a long while, Maxwell finally spoke to Elysianne, "Elysianne, your sister-in-law does have a point. This kind of evidence can be fabricated in dozens of copies within minutes. Stop crying and let's get to the bottom of this before making any decisions." 


Elysianne was a clever woman. She had already sensed that Maxwell and Earl had no intention of getting involved in this matter. At that moment, she felt utterly helpless. I, on the other hand, suddenly smiled and turned to Kristin, saying leisurely, "Kristin, since you still refuse to admit it, then I shall present you with one final piece of evidence!" 


With that, I raised my hand. A man strode in from the entrance. Unlike Guo Shuang and Broderick before him, this man was not escorted by anyone, and there were no scars on his body. Seeing him, Zou Tian and his wife were stunned, almost simultaneously expressing their confusion, "Uncle Four?" 


Chapter 384: The Final Blow