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

After leaving Kristin’s office, my mind was consumed by this matter. 


Even from the photos, it was clear that Garten Chen was no ordinary man. 


And that Bashore Ning with her seductive gaze—she wasn’t ordinary either. 


Outside the venue, Auntie Wyatt arranged a car to take me downtown. 


She told me to wait by the entrance of a supermarket for Bashore Ning to contact me. 


To make my cover more convincing, she even provided me with a briefcase. 


It contained two hundred thousand dollars; the PIN would be sent to me before the game. 


Kristin and Auntie Wyatt didn’t trust me at all. 


Standing at the supermarket entrance, I lit a cigarette. 


As I mulled over the situation, I waited for the woman named Bashore Ning. 


If things went wrong, the Bai family must not be implicated. 


Just then, I heard the sound of wheels behind me. 


Chapter 459: Late