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

Lin Changming, in a fit of anger, raised the butt of the shotgun as if to strike Alaric. Alaric stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Lin Changming, motionless. The butt was raised halfway when Lin Changming changed his mind. He snatched Alaric's phone and with a "snap," smashed it on the ground. Then, he dragged Norma and turned to leave. Watching Lin Changming's retreating figure, Alaric shouted: "Godfather, you don't have to smash my phone just because you're angry with my mom, do you? Norma, remember to keep in touch..." 


Unfortunately, his words were met with no response at all. The unexpected incident, fortunately, was just a false alarm thanks to Fengmei Qu's influence. Norma left, and Alaric looked at me with a hint of disappointment and said: "Sir, I've lost my love. Tell me, what should I do?" 


Asking me about this kind of thing was asking the wrong person. Moreover, losing love but still having legs and life intact—wasn't that the most comforting thing? 


Chapter 456: Working