When Makoto’s chips accumulated to 80 million, the casino could no longer sit still and invited him to the office.
The expected robbery did not happen.
They treated Makoto as a skilled gambling professional.
Especially given Makoto’s age.
At only sixteen or seventeen, he had already reached such a level.
The casino believed his teacher had to be someone extraordinary.
No casino could afford to offend a gambling master like that.
Nobody wanted their establishment to be visited again and again.
Deal with one, and who knew how many dangerous people might stand behind him?
The people who ran casinos feared gambling masters like these most of all.
They were extremely polite.
They brought food and drinks, exchanged all of Makoto’s 80-million-plus chips for cash, then added another 10-million-plus to round the total up to 100 million and presented it to him.
Their meaning was obvious.
They hoped that after Makoto accepted the money, he would never appear in their casino again.
If Makoto took the money and returned next time, they would drive him out without hesitation.
And if Makoto refused, they would not be polite either.
They would choose to act, and the people behind him would have no reason to pursue the matter.
This was an unwritten rule of the underground gambling world.
Makoto was silent.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the suitcase in front of him, now containing a full 100 million yen, and left the casino.
Of course, not every casino had that kind of awareness.
Some people were unwilling to spend money to buy peace.
When Makoto arrived at a large casino with 100 million yen in chips, he was found after only three all-in rounds.
There was no helping it.
His bets were too large.
Every single move was all-in, and in those three rounds alone, he swept 700 million yen out of the casino.
In the middle of an economic depression like this, even casinos did not have that much money to pay out.
They brought Makoto to an office, where dozens of hired thugs were already prepared.
“I hate cheaters more than anything, brat.
Since you dared come to my casino to cheat, you should be ready to never walk out.” The leader did not even consider whether Makoto might simply be highly skilled.
After all, it was a full 700 million yen.
The casino could not afford to pay it.
No matter what, he had to slap the label of cheater onto Makoto.
If their reputation turned foul, future business would be difficult.
So whether Makoto was a cheater or not, he had to be one.
“Chop off his hands.” The casino manager’s eyes flashed with cruelty as he slammed a palm heavily onto the desk.
The next second, dozens of thugs walked toward Makoto.
One of them was holding a blade, clearly intending to cut off both his hands.
Bang.
He approached Makoto step by step, spinning the knife in his hand as he licked his lips.
But the moment he came within one meter of Makoto, his expression twisted.
His body looked as if it had been struck by a truck.
The next second, he flew backward, smashed into the wall, bounced off, and fell to the floor.
His eyes rolled back, and white foam spilled from his lips.
The others froze, then cried out in surprise.
Makoto had not moved.
He sat there where he was.
Yet every thug who came within a meter of him was eventually sent flying.
In a few breaths, the entire office was filled with thugs sprawled all over the floor.
The leader was stunned.
His legs went weak, and he dropped onto his backside.
Seeing Makoto rise, he crawled backward in panic on all fours.
“Don’t kill me.
Please don’t kill me.
If you kill me, the Black Dragon Association won’t let you go.” “Do you know the Black Dragon Association, brat?
We’re one of the biggest gangs in Tokyo!” With nowhere left to retreat, he leaned against the wall and shouted out the name of the organization he served as Makoto approached.
Makoto did not care.
He crouched in front of the man and said, “Bring me my money.
800 million yen.
Not one yen less.
If a single coin is missing, I’ll kill you.” His voice was soft, but powerful enough that the other man did not dare say no.
The man said with a crying face, “Our casino doesn’t have that much cash!” Afraid Makoto would not believe him, he hurriedly opened the safe and took out all the money inside.
Altogether, it was only a little over 400 million.
Makoto packed all the money away and picked up the suitcase to leave.
Before walking out, he did not forget to remind the man.
“You still owe me 400 million.
The Black Dragon Association, right?
Have them prepare the money.
I’ll come collect it.” After saying that, Makoto left.
On his way out, he even politely closed the door.
“400 million.
Still not enough…” Naobito Zenin had said not to come to him with less than 500 million.
Four hundred million was far from enough, and even 800 million would probably have a hard time buying a cursed tool on the same level as Toji Fushiguro’s.
He still needed to keep working.
Makoto carried the suitcase and appeared one after another in Tokyo’s large casinos like a ghost.
Why like a ghost?
The things he had done at the first two casinos quickly spread through Tokyo’s entire underworld.
Everyone knew that a gambling master had come to Tokyo today.
He was young, but he had not lost once.
His identifying feature was that he had no identifying feature.
If they had to say something, it was that he was young and carried a black suitcase.
So after that, no matter where Makoto went, the casinos did not dare let him take even one step through the door.
The lookouts who had received orders saw someone approaching with a suitcase and reacted as if they had seen a plague god.
They hurriedly shut their doors and closed for the day.
“I’m here to gamble.” “We’re not open today.
Go to the Yamaguchi-gumi casino next door.
They’ve got money.” “I can hear the noise inside.
Your casino is still operating.” “Noise?” Seeing that Makoto refused to leave, the man began spouting nonsense.
“Nobody inside is gambling.
It’s just my seventh great-uncle and eight distant aunts playing mahjong.
They’re old and hard of hearing, so they talk a bit loudly.
Please don’t mind.” “…” Makoto was silent for a moment, then turned and left for the next target, only to be refused at the door again.
“The owner has a happy occasion today.
Temporarily closed.” Makoto looked at the sign that had just been pasted up and felt the urge to smash the casino apart.
After taking several deep breaths, he carried the suitcase containing 600 million yen and stopped searching for casinos.
It seemed impossible to obtain one billion, let alone several billion yen, in such a short time.
The broader environment did not allow it.
Even these casinos did not have that much cash.
If even the banks were in debt, the rest could be imagined.
As Makoto considered how to gather one billion yen next, his sharp senses caught a cold sound cutting through the air.
Someone was attacking him.
…
“RoseWhisky”