Inside the casino, a black-and-white roulette wheel spun at high speed.
A crowd had gathered around the table, holding their breath as their eyes remained fixed on it.
If it landed on black again, that would mean the blind old man had won ten times in a row—and everyone following his bets would make a fortune too!
The wheel gradually slowed, and everyone clenched their fists, hardly daring to breathe.
Beside the long table sat a beautiful woman with long orange hair, watching the wheel just as nervously. The blond man beside her, however, remained calm, as though he had known the result all along.
"It's coming, it's coming!"
Someone shouted. The little ball bounced with a clatter several times before finally dropping into a slot and coming to a stop.
"Black again!!"
"That's insane!!"
"Yes!!"
Cheers instantly erupted around the gambling table. Nami jumped up in excitement, grabbed Reiner's head, and buried it tightly against her chest, the surging softness enough to suffocate him.
"We won again! Pay up, pay up!"
The dealer gritted his teeth and reluctantly paid out the chips.
"Another round, another round!"
Peace used his tail to scoop up the chips. Overjoyed, Nami called out to the blind old man in the purple kimono, surrounded by the crowd, "Keep it up, mister! If you win again this time, I'll give you a share of the money."
"Oh? Really, little lady?"
Fujitora raised his scarred face, his expression turning somewhat more serious. "Then this old man will have to put in some effort."
Beside them, Reiner sighed helplessly. Nami really had some nerve, fleecing a Marine Admiral.
About a year ago, they had seen Fujitora's picture in the newspaper.
But it was hard to recognize someone instantly based on a single photograph from back then, especially