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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

I sat down on the sofa, and both Qiankun and I lit a cigarette. 


"Mr. Lupan, I joined the gambling sect when I was fourteen, and it’s been over forty years now. I wouldn’t dare to say my cheating skills are extremely sophisticated, but I’ve always remembered one thing my old master taught me: A drop of water’s favour should be repaid with a gushing spring. So, when I heard that you were going to gamble on behalf of the Bai family against the Qin family, I knew it was time for me to repay you for sparing my finger." 


"Thank you, sir. But I’m a bit puzzled. Only a few people in the Bai family knew about my gambling on their behalf. How did you find out?" 


Qiankun flicked the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray and continued: 


Chapter 479: A Drop of Water’s Favour