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 past eleven at night when I said goodbye to Alaric and the others. 


I walked out the door and stood on the street to hail a taxi. 


As I was waiting, I took out my old phone and glanced at it. 


I had been meaning to call Liora these past few days. 


It has to be said that although Liora is a woman of the pleasure world, she is very principled in her actions. 


This time, when Kristin asked her to contact me, she flatly refused, saying she couldn’t get in touch. 


Judging by this alone, Liora is someone I can trust. 


As soon as I answered the call, Liora’s timid voice came through: 


"Lupan, are you still in Coconut City?" 


Hearing this, my heart immediately sank. 


I had never told Liora where I had gone. 


As for Coconut City, Liora and I had never even mentioned it. 


So Liora’s question was sending me a message. 


She was in a difficult situation to speak. 


Chapter 478: The Ultimatum