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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 hostess followed and walked onto the stage. Looking at the crowd below, she said with a smile: 


"Ladies and gentlemen, these are our four new sisters. If any of you are interested, you may now raise your signs. The starting bid is eight thousand eight hundred US dollars. Each time the water sign is raised, the bid increases by one thousand..." 


With that, she made a gesture of invitation. As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Bridge immediately raised two signs. 


The nearby waiter quickly shouted to the stage: 


"Number three, Liu Zhu, and number four, Meng Yue, the bid is now nine thousand eight hundred..." 


However, as soon as the waiter finished speaking, Qi Bridge waved his hand. 


"No, raise it directly to nineteen thousand eight hundred. I’ve decided on these two for tonight!" 


The guests in this kind of venue were all wealthy, but Qi Bridge’s words still drew many glances in his direction. Qi Bridge smiled, held his head high, and looked determined. 


Chapter 474: The Su Ping