Master of Thousand Sects: I Was a Game Player in the Republic of China

When I was ten years old, my father was forced to death by gambling, and my mother sold herself to Happy Forest. I was digging around in the quagmire of neglect, relying on my photographic eyesight and the thousands of skills taught by my ghost-hand master to crawl around. I have made a rule of "no winning for three or five thousand" - no cheating poor people, no touching life-saving money, no winning for those with little love. People in the gambling community in Tianjin said I was a freak, until I won warlords' arms money for disaster relief, and traitors' traitor money to fight against Japan. The police captain hunted me, the Japanese spies wooed me, and the gambling overlords surrounded me. But they don't know that under my gambling table, the survival of 40 million people is being bet. Later, they called me the Gambling King of Thousand Faces.