Chen Daozai, the God of Gamblers II, was joining Ding Corporation as a member of the Security Department. The reason was simple: Ding Corporation had plenty of beautiful women and excellent benefits.
Although he was the God of Gamblers II and was quite skilled at gambling,
all the money he earned went to charity. He had pitifully little left on him, barely enough to keep himself fed and clothed.
Ding Corporation provided food, housing, and clothing, along with such a high monthly salary. As a normal person, of course he wanted to join Ding Corporation.
After all, gambling?
It wasn't a long-term plan.
One careless mistake could leave a family ruined and scattered.
His master, Gao Jin, was the God of Gamblers, incomparably more formidable than him. And what happened in the end? Both of his wives had been murdered, and even his unborn son had been killed.
The dignified God of Gamblers had ended up in such a state. His future was bleak.
That was while the God of Gamblers was still young and could run. Once he grew old and could no longer outrun those younger men, he might well be killed.
Anyone who mixed in the underworld—
how many of them ever had a good ending?
Chen Daozai was clever and quick-witted. Before, he hadn't had a choice. Now that he had a better one and a chance to enter Ding Corporation, he naturally did everything possible to squeeze his way in.
However, although the benefits at Ding Corporation's headquarters were excellent,
the competition was truly absurd. Saying it was like thousands of soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge would be no exaggeration.
It was just an ordinary position in the security department, yet more than a hundred soldiers were competing with him, along with dozens of burly