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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

At that moment, I directly asked, "Uncle Wen, could you tell me who the senior you mentioned is?" 


Uncle Wen readily replied with two words: "Meilu!" 


Meilu? I had always thought that I was someone who could control my emotions well. But when Uncle Wen mentioned my father's name, I couldn't help but be stunned. The original plan for coming to Haojiang City was just for sightseeing. But I never expected to hear news about my father here. After making my debut for over a year, this was only the second time I had heard about my father. 


"Do you know Meilu?" I asked tentatively. 


As soon as I spoke, Uncle Wen laughed heartily and said, "People of your generation in the gambling world probably don't know who Meilu is. But in the eyes of our generation of gamblers, Meilu is a god. An invincible god of the gambling world!" 


These simple words made my heart churn. God! God of the gambling world! Yet, such a god was brutally murdered in front of his son, with his hands and feet cut off. 


Chapter 448: Exchange