When I was seven years old, my dad was beaten to death by a loan shark.
My mother put on her wedding red sweater and went to find him with a clothesline.
My relatives avoided me like the plague.
The uncle glanced at me through the peephole, turned around and closed the door.
I walked into the night with my schoolbag on my back, sleeping on the overpass, digging through trash cans, and picking up other people's leftovers.
Until I met the God of Gamblers.
He taught me a thousand skills and used a thousand to gamble.
He said: "The best skill is not to make the opponent lose, but to make the opponent think that he will win."
After ten years of hard training, my hands are covered with calluses and my heart is filled with fire.
Macau, on the 26th floor of Poly Building, I finally stood in front of my enemy.
If he gives a thousand dollars, I will give a thousand dollars too. He thought he was the hunter, but he didn't know he was the prey.
The day my enemy was arrested, I thought my revenge had been avenged.
But before his death, the master left a message: "Xiaoyuan, Qianmen Eight Generals, it's time for you to form a group."
Only then did I know——
The real enemy who killed my father was the uncle who looked at me through the peephole.
My name is Liu Yuan. In this round, what I want to bet on is not money, but his life.
Version 2: One-sentence version (suitable for short videos/covers)
A seven-year-old wandering boy was accepted as a disciple by the God of Gamblers. He learned a thousand ways to take revenge in ten years, only to find out that the person who killed his father was his uncle.
