Ghost Hand of the Thousand Tricks: Who Let Him Touch the Dice?

[Gambling tricks + revenge + high-IQ schemes + no System + pure technical skill] Five years ago, my father was framed in a rigged game, lost his billion-yuan fortune, and jumped to his death. Two of my fingers were cut off, too. I was tossed out of the casino like a dog and left crippled at the bottom of society. Five years later, I returned with a repertoire of astounding cheating techniques. In their eyes, I was still that timid, hopeless gambling addict. They mocked me, toyed with me, and even tried to squeeze out the last drop of my blood. Little did they know that at the gambling table, I was the one who made the rules! Someone asked, “Nine out of ten gamblers lose. What makes you think you can win?” I smiled and twitched my fingers. “Because I don't gamble. I cheat.” Only when the hole cards were revealed did they understand what true despair meant! “If Heaven refuses to open its eyes, then with these hands of mine, I'll usher in a new age beneath the sun and moon!”