The man blocking his path was clearly blind. His eyes were shut tight, and he had a burly build and a square face, with a sword at his waist and wooden sandals on his feet.
Yet his presence was as steady as a mountain. Simply standing there, he radiated an overwhelming pressure.
"Who are you?"
Taking a deep breath, Cavendish suppressed his anger and asked.
He had come here to let his crew relax and broaden their horizons, only to suffer a crushing setback and lose a hundred million in one go.
Who could put up with that? There was clearly something very wrong with this casino.
"You can call me Fujitora."
Fujitora spoke in a deep voice.
Then he turned toward the gambling table before him.
"Let me try my luck!"
Though he could not see, Fujitora's imposing presence made the man across the table pause. The cold-faced man beside him narrowed his eyes.
He had no idea who this fellow who had suddenly appeared was!
"You want to gamble? Wait until we've settled this fellow's gambling debt."
The cold-faced man spoke flatly.
"Let's begin!"
Ignoring him, Fujitora spoke in a deep voice.
His forceful presence made the man across the table hesitate. This fellow seemed anything but ordinary.
Besides, a blind man coming to a casino? It seemed rather absurd, even laughable.
The cold-faced man frowned, then looked at the others behind Fujitora. River and Ace were both in disguise, so he did not recognize them.
"Who are these people?"
Judging by their presence, they were clearly no ordinary people.
"Carry on."
Giving the man a meaningful look, the cold-faced man clasped his hands and watched quietly.
Soon, the cards were dealt, and Fujitora reached out to turn his over. Just then, a hand stopped him, and River