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

"Do you still want to go back to the casino with me now?" 


At this moment, the man with vitiligo was completely shattered. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "Brother, no need. Give me a way out, and I'll give you this Yin-Yang skin, along with the two million four hundred thousand!" 


I raised my hand to signal, and Dark let him go. The man with vitiligo took out a seemingly ordinary wet wipe and gently wiped his arm. As the white colour disappeared, a thin glove from his arm to his fingers slowly slid off. At that very moment, three poker cards fell to the ground along with it. 


I immediately picked up the cards, took a look, and quickly asked, "How did you manage to get these casino-specific poker cards?" It's important to know that without poker cards identical to the casino's, the Yin-Yang skin would be useless. 


Chapter 438: Preparation