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

"Then shouldn’t you make it up to me?" 


But I didn’t understand what he meant by "make it up." 


"Young Master Chen, just tell me what to do. I’ll do it!" 


Garten Chen’s lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. 


Moments later, a server brought up an aged bottle. 


The cap was popped, and the entire bottle glugged into a large bowl. 


Pointing at the roughly one-jin (500ml) of liquor, Garten Chen drawled: 


"Drink it in one go, and I’ll forgive you." 


Worse, I’d skipped dinner—my stomach was empty. 


I had no idea what a full jin of wine would do to me. 


When I hesitated, a rail-thin red-haired youth beside him snapped: 


"You deaf? Can’t you hear Young Master Chen?" 


In an instant, every person in the private room turned hostile eyes on me. 


Bashore Ning stepped in quickly, smiling: 


Chapter 460: Business as Usual