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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

As I was pondering, Uncle Zhong quickly continued, "You know the Kanto Gambling King, Oliver, right?" 


I nodded. "Yes, but is he planning to bid for a gambling license?" 


Uncle Zhong sneered. "Does he even have the capability? However, he wants to take over a few gambling halls in Haojiang City. Moreover, he has already sent people over. It's said that he will meet with Mr. Stanley Ho, the boss of Cloud Casino, very soon..." 


I was taken aback. Although I wasn't well-versed in the world of Haojiang City, I had heard many rumours about it. Not to mention the Kanto Gambling King, who was far in the north, and even the local bigwigs from Xiangjiang, just a river away from Haojiang City, all wanted to get involved in the gambling hall business. If they couldn't pull it off, how could Oliver, who was far in the north, manage to do so? 


"Is Oliver's connection to Haojiang City that deep?" I asked. 


Chapter 411: Real Combat