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

After saying goodbye to Liora, I walked out of her hair salon. 


It was already the middle of the night. 


As I walked forward, I kept thinking about what Qiankun had just said. 


The gambling sect’s illusion technique, Lennon. 


Two unprecedented challenges lay before me. 


As I was pondering, a voice came from behind: 


"Is that Qiankun from Harbei city, the one you beat?" 


I didn’t turn around, but I knew Aeliana would be beside me. 


Sure enough, Aeliana caught up in a few steps. 


As soon as she reached my side, she asked curiously: 


"Fortunately, I went upstairs to check. Otherwise, I might have taken down the guy downstairs first..." 


At least she wasn’t as impulsive as before. 


As we were talking, an off-road vehicle pulled up beside us. 


Turning my head, I saw Ophelia sitting in the driver’s seat. 


Chapter 480: Self-Rescue