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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

The East District is an old industrial area in Fengtian. It took about half an hour by taxi from the airport to the place Liora mentioned. By the time I arrived, it was already past six in the evening. This was a slightly narrow street, with old houses of varying heights on both sides. Occasionally, there were two or three-story buildings with grey, mottled facades. The entrances on both sides of the road mostly had pink neon lights flickering. Some were hair salons, while others were coffee shops. Looking around, there was an indescribable atmosphere and a sense of temptation. 


At that time, I didn't yet understand that so-called hair salons were not places for washing hair, and coffee shops were not places for drinking coffee. It was like now, when someone advertises that new tea has arrived, but in reality, it has nothing to do with tea at all. 


Chapter 457: Onboarding