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

Iris Bai extended her hand and shook mine. 


"Mr. Lupan, I’m counting on you for today’s gamble. I promise you right now. No matter the outcome of this round, I will give you a million US dollars!" 


Thanks to my conversation with Lennon, 


I was curious to see how Iris Bai would respond to this question. 


A hint of embarrassment flickered across Iris Bai’s face. 


She turned and pointed to the crowd of bodyguards behind her, saying: 


"Mr. Lupan, you don’t know me, Iris Bai. If I promise something, I will deliver. The brothers here today, there are at least seventy or eighty of them. Let me put it this way: if anyone dares to harm you, Mr. Lupan, they will have to answer to me, Iris Bai!" 


Iris Bai was not bad; at least she didn’t bring up that Lennon had agreed to handle the matter. 


Chapter 482: The Dandy