Stare-Dio kept his eyes straight ahead.
Stare-
Dio remained unmoved.
Stare-a bead of cold sweat appeared on Dio's face.
He glanced discreetly at his left hand. The miniature Mumuzawa Doll was still lying obediently on it, staring at him without blinking.
It really felt like... it had a mind of its own...
Dio couldn't help looking at it again. It was cute, but being stared at by it all the time was really creepy.
He had no idea what it actually did, either.
Screech-the car came to an abrupt stop, interrupting Dio's thoughts.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Caesar took out his phone and glanced at it, then turned the screen toward Dio. It showed a man with triangular eyes and a bulbous nose holding a placard. He was around thirty-five, with scruffy stubble and an unfocused gaze, and looked drunk.
"This is Muhayelich, the man my colleague tracked down. A drunk, a gambling addict, and a whoremonger. He's been to prison three times. This is his mugshot."
Caesar briefly went over the essential parts of the information his colleague had sent him, automatically disregarding the rest as useless.
Dio took a look, committed the man's features to memory, then pushed open the door and got out.
The Interest-on-Interest Casino.
People packed the place, and smoke filled the air.
The casino's decor was extremely shabby. Its yellowed wallpaper was peeling, and the doors and windows in the walls were nailed tightly shut with boards, letting in no sunlight.
Eight ventilation fans and dark ventilation ducts on the ceiling kept air circulating throughout the casino, but they still couldn't keep the smells of various foods and sweaty bodies from filling the entire place.
"Heh heh, young boss, a bet's a bet. Pay up!"
At a gambling table in the center of