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

The kicking at the entrance continued. 


Red Hair was the most vicious—leaping repeatedly to stomp his full weight onto the manager’s body. 


By now, the manager’s face was unrecognizable. 


Yet the assault showed no sign of stopping. 


Garten Chen watched with a grin, arms crossed. 


Li Yue couldn’t bear seeing her boyfriend beaten any longer. 


Through choked sobs, she begged Garten Chen: 


"Please stop… they’ll kill him…" 


Garten Chen remained unmoved, smirking. 


"Stop? Sure. Drink one glass with me inside—just one. Deal?" 


At the mention of a single glass, Li Yue nodded frantically, gasping between sobs: 


"Okay… one glass… I’ll drink it…" 


Only then did Garten Chen signal Red Hair to halt. 


By now, the alcohol was hitting me hard. 


I barely made it to the restroom before retching over the toilet. 


Chapter 461: Taking the Initiative