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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

Qi Bridge looked at Felix with a sense of panic. As the only son of the Qi family and currently the top figure in the gambling world of Harbei city, the thought of having to kneel and kowtow every step for three miles, calling someone "master," was something he could never accept if it got back to Harbei city. 


With no other options, he turned to Felix for help. However, Felix seemed to ignore him, looking elsewhere. Qi Bridge was not naive; he knew Felix did not want to get involved in this mess. Yet, he still struggled desperately. He looked at Uncle Wen and loudly questioned, "Miss Caroline, Uncle Wen, Lupan must have cheated. Look at these gloves; they are his cheating tools. How can you still say he won?" 


Caroline didn't even glance at him, but Uncle Wen responded with a question, "Qi Bridge, in the gambling world, evidence is always paramount. Right now, I can't find any evidence of Mr. Lupan cheating. 


Chapter 444: Seeking Help