Sifa arrived at Room 4 with practiced ease. He knocked, and the door opened a crack. This time, a local man with a scar on his forehead, slightly curly black hair, and dark brown skin peered out from behind it.
"I'm looking for Natt Karpus," Sifa said with a smile.
The door opened, and the local man, presumably a bodyguard, lifted his chin, signaling for Sifa to enter.
As he stepped into the card room, Sifa saw Natt Karpus. The big-nosed man was not smoking tonight. It seemed he had been waiting for Sifa's arrival from the very beginning.
Natt Karpus stood up and said, "Come with me."
They arrived at a secluded, deserted alley behind the bar, where the light was dim. Natt Karpus snapped his fingers, and several men came out carrying two leather suitcases.
They opened the cases. Inside were revolvers wrapped one by one in kraft paper, rifles, and neat rows of gleaming golden bullets arranged in boxes.
Sifa casually tore open a sheet of kraft paper and took out a revolver. It was nearly new and clearly well maintained; he could smell the gun oil.
Its barrel was silver-white, while its grip was made of walnut. Sifa casually mimed firing it and found its feel and weight satisfactory.
Next, Sifa spot-checked several rifles. After confirming that their quality was acceptable, he put them back in the suitcases.
"I'm very satisfied with your goods."
Sifa smiled. "The only thing I regret is that you shouldn't have hidden accomplices at the high points on both sides and had them point their guns at me."
Natt Karpus's expression changed at once. It turned out that after seeing Sifa's lavish spending the previous night, he had conceived an evil plan.
He had not only wanted to earn those 80