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

It was already midnight when I walked out of Orchid Cottage. 


At this hour, the streets were deserted. 


Only a few scattered vehicles occasionally sped by. 


I lit a cigarette and began to walk slowly forward. 


Since my debut, the people I have met and the things that have happened. 


The Orchid Sect leader, who knew of me but whom I had never met. 


And Uncle Zhong, who taught me the Jingua Eight Forms. 


All these people seemed to know a lot about me. 


But each of them was tight-lipped, unwilling to say anything directly. 


I even had the feeling that everything I was doing now was clear to them. 


As if they were watching from not far away. 


Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but shiver. 


Could it be that I was now walking in a chess game designed by others? 


And I was just a pawn on the chessboard? 


At the thought of this, I felt a chill run down my spine. 


Chapter 477: Commitment