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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

When Su Mei emerged from the bathroom, my eyes couldn't help but light up. Clad in a white bathrobe that accentuated her graceful and curvaceous figure, her long hair was neatly coiled atop her head. Though she wore no makeup, her natural beauty was still striking, especially her skin, which seemed delicate and smooth, enhanced by the recent bath. 


I was admiring this scene of beauty when a unique fragrance wafted over. As soon as I caught a whiff of it, my heart skipped a beat. This scent was all too familiar to me. I had encountered it on the Orchid Woman and the handkerchief at my father's grave. Could it be that Su Mei was from the Orchid Sect? 


Seeing that I was stunned into silence, Su Mei walked over to me, her eyes filled with affection, and softly asked, "What's wrong?" 


I forced a casual smile and countered, "What perfume are you wearing? It smells really good..." 


Chapter 403: The Perfect Moment