"Sir, here are your chips, 1.5 million in total. Please take them."
"Thanks, beautiful!"
Kazu raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, taking out two chips worth a hundred thousand each and placing them in the beauty's hand.
"Thank you for your warm service. Here's your tip."
With that, he headed toward the gaming tables without looking back, leaving the beauty with only a dashing view of his retreating figure.
"Th-thank you, sir."
The beauty bowed toward Kazu's retreating figure and hurriedly put away the chips worth two hundred thousand Beli.
She wasn't one of those employees who specifically drank and gambled with guests, so she rarely had the chance to receive tips. Two hundred thousand Beli in one go was no small sum, and she was naturally grateful for Kazu's generosity.
Every table had dedicated staff. Kazu asked about the rules, and once he understood them, he plopped down in an empty seat.
There were many kinds of games here, and guests could choose whichever they liked.
The game at this table was simple: each person received two cards, and whoever had the highest total won.
As a Space-Space Fruit user, Kazu naturally had the highest hand every round.
Having the ability to cheat but insisting on relying on card skills and luck at a casino? Kazu certainly wasn't that dim-witted.
If you didn't cheat, plenty of other people would.
Besides, he was just coming to his own home to withdraw a little money. What was there to feel bad about?
After fifteen consecutive wins, Kazu had turned his 1.3 million Beli in chips into 58 million.
That terrified the dealer.
Before he could even lose his nerve to deal another hand, the other players hurriedly fled.
This guy was definitely an expert. There was no need to stubbornly go up against him and ask for a beating.
Kazu picked up his chips and sauntered toward the next table.
In less than an hour, Kazu had won over two hundred million in chips.
The casino manager could no longer sit still. He hurried out of his office and found Kazu.
"Excuse me, my friend. I'm the manager of this casino. I hope I could have a little of your time. Please come aside for a word."
The manager was an old man, and his tone was fairly polite. Kazu wasn't surprised. This was all standard procedure.
"Oh, so you're the manager. No problem. I'm always happy to help."
Kazu asked for a bag, dumped his chips straight into it, and followed the old man toward the office.
"Please, have a seat."
The old man signaled for his subordinates to bring in some fine wine, then looked at Kazu and said, "Thank you for doing me the honor of coming here, my friend."
"I'll get straight to the point. You're an expert gambler, my friend. You can take all those two hundred million-plus Beli with you, but I hope you'll show us some mercy and enjoy yourself at another casino instead of wreaking any more havoc at ours."
"What do you think, my friend?"
Kazu hadn't expected to receive nothing extra and simply be sent on his way like this. He'd thought he could make some quick money.
"What do I think?"
"I don't think much of it."
"You want me to go somewhere else. Isn't there any compensation?"
"You're open for business, and your own people brought me here. Now you want me to get up and leave without spending a single cent yourselves. How does that make any sense?"
The manager hadn't expected Kazu to show him so little respect, and his expression turned rather unpleasant.
"My friend, perhaps you didn't hear me clearly just now. You can take all those two hundred million-plus in chips with you. We've already shown plenty of sincerity. How can you say we're not paying anything?"
Kazu looked at him as though he were an idiot, reached into his pocket, and took out a cigarette. He slowly lit it with a lighter, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I won those two hundred million-plus in chips myself. That money was mine to begin with. You're using my own money to send me away? Is this a joke?"
None of these casino operators were decent people anyway, so Kazu wasn't about to feel sorry for them.
Besides, this felt pretty good. It was much more fun than robbing those nobles outright.
With right on his side, Kazu could go anywhere.
What?
Why couldn't other people get anywhere even when they were in the right?
Because Kazu not only had right on his side, but also held the truth in his hands.
"Hmph. It seems you have no intention of showing our casino any respect."
"Young man, remember this: if we don't let you, you won't even be able to take those two hundred million-plus in chips out of here, let alone any more money."
"Since that's how you want it, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
The old man clapped his hands, and more than a dozen gunmen dressed in black rushed out through a hidden door behind him.
Their guns were aimed at Kazu, each man poised and ready. They were just waiting for the old man's order to open fire and finish Kazu off.
"Young man, do you understand the consequences now?"
"The backing behind our casino isn't something you can stand against. No matter how good your gambling skills are, they're worthless if you don't live to take the money out."
The smile never left Kazu's face. He picked up the fine wine that had just been served, took an elegant sip, and said, "Ooh, scary!"
"Looks like you really want to go head-to-head with me."
"You want to take on me, Kazu? Have you got what it takes?"
With that, Kazu's gaze sharpened. He waved his hand, activating the Space-Space Fruit, and a transparent spatial slash swept past. All of the dozen-plus gunmen in black were cut down, not one left alive.
That move terrified the manager. He was a man who had seen a thing or two. No wonder the man before him had remained so calm all along.
Someone like this was either a fool or genuinely powerful.
At first, he'd thought the other man was merely a reckless youngster with impressive gambling skills.
He hadn't expected him to be a hidden big shot. That single move intimidated the old man completely.
"B-brother, don't get worked up. We can talk this through."
Kazu remained seated on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the old man as he slowly said, "Now you know how to talk nicely?"
"I won't make things difficult for you."
"Between the fee for getting me to leave and compensation for the emotional distress just now, let's knock off the loose change and round it off. Just give me one billion Beli in total."
"Oh, and that doesn't include the two hundred million-plus in chips I won earlier!"
The old man cursed inwardly when he heard that. You bastard, did you ever go to school? Do you even know what 'not making things difficult for me' means?
One billion Beli-was that something a mere manager like him could authorize?
Wasn't this driving him into a corner with no way out?
For situations like this, over two hundred million Beli was already the maximum the boss behind the scenes had authorized him to handle. If he handed over a total of 1.2 billion Beli, he'd be dead in his room tomorrow.
"My friend, I'm only the manager of this casino. I don't have that much authority."
"How about this? Let me tell our boss about this matter. I hope you can let a small fry like me off."
The manager pulled a handkerchief from inside his jacket and hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was scared out of his wits now and could only pin his hopes on the big boss behind the scenes.
"No problem. I can't bear to see people in a difficult position. Hurry up and contact your boss."
Kazu sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his left hand and fine wine in his right, leisurely waiting for the old man to call in backup.
There wasn't much more money to squeeze out of this old man. Kazu hadn't expected him to volunteer to contact the real moneybags, and naturally welcomed the idea with both hands.