Fubuki and her companions left the casino, discussing what to do next as they walked. Before they knew it, they had wandered into a dimly lit area.
Several figures lurked in the darkness ahead.
At first, the group paid them no attention. Then they noticed the figures kept watching them and realized something was wrong.
The figures seemed to think the poor lighting concealed them, but they could not hide from the Blizzard Group's keen senses.
Fubuki could tell they were watching with ill intent and were probably up to no good. She did not realize, however, that her group was their target.
Then the men approached, drawing gleaming knives from their waists.
They were members of the same gang as the bespectacled man.
Knives in hand and menacing scowls on their faces, they headed straight for Fubuki's group.
Only when they reached Fubuki did they get a clear look at her face. The men froze for a few seconds, then swallowed hard.
They wanted more than money now.
The leader waved his knife in front of Fubuki and Luke. The other three looked young; he figured intimidating these two would be enough.
"You lot look happy. Win big at the casino? How about sharing some with us?" he said.
"Get lost," Fubuki said coldly.
Not attacking these criminals on the spot was already more courtesy than they deserved.
"Huh?" The man looked surprised. He had not expected the beauty to have such a fiery temper. Pretending he had not heard her, he tilted his head and held an ear toward her.
"She told you to get lost. Stop blocking our way," Luke repeated for her.
The man's face darkened. He could forgive a beautiful woman for being feisty, but he had not expected the young man beside her to