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 two men approached our table. Qi Bridge first glanced at me, then turned to Alaric and said: 


"Ah, isn’t this the eldest son of the Fengmei family? It’s been a while since we parted in Haojiang City. Never expected to see you here in Fengtian!" 


Alaric ignored him, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea. Holding the teacup, Alaric looked straight ahead with an air of arrogant indifference. 


Seeing that Alaric was ignoring him, Qi Bridge didn’t seem to mind. He looked at me again and asked Alaric, 


Alaric tilted his head, glanced at Qi Bridge sideways, and retorted, 


"Qi Bridge, who do you think you are? How we met has nothing to do with you, does it?" 


Qi Bridge sneered and lowered his voice, saying, 


Chapter 473: The Water Sign