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

The place where I met Old Wu was a beef noodle shop. When I arrived, Old Wu was sitting at a greasy table, peeling garlic. I sat down opposite him and got straight to the point, "Lost all your money again?" 


"Pfft!" Old Wu scornfully curled his lip. Then, he took out a stack of money from his pocket and slapped it on the table. The money looked to be about ten thousand dollars. "Look, this is what I won!" 


"At the new venue in Qi Family City. They're having a grand opening with lots of giveaways, and many people are winning money..." 


Qi Family? I didn't expect the Qi Family to move so fast. In just a few days, they had opened a new venue in the city. 


As we were talking, the beef noodles arrived. Old Wu ate the noodles with garlic, taking large bites. After a few mouthfuls, he asked me, "How much money do you have now, kid?" 


Chapter 401: The Invitation