"Watch where ya' going, you crazy bum!"
"Bloody hell! Did these bastards throw my stand of oranges to the ground? F**king assholes! Why don't you taste my bullets then?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sounds of bullets thundered in the air as several people laid their frustration on the culprits that disrupted their businesses.
F***!
Can't a person do business and earn money in peace nowadays?
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang!~
The roadside vendor was furious. But the crazy van running zig-zag on the roads, not bothered at all.
It drove for a while, finally making a blockbuster drift on the sideways.
Well, it would've been 10/10 if not for the motorcycle it crutches underneath its tires.
Bam!
The van's back doors were opened, and several men jumped off, peering their eyes around vigilantly and others hastily transporting their passed-out victims.
Hahahahahaha~
One of them smiled, smashing another on his back.
"F***! We're going to be rich! I can't believe we picked up 6 white faces, probably newbies."
"Hey... They look good! This bunch fetch us a good sum."
"I know, right? The foreman should be pleased this time. After all, he has always been telling us to look for good, clean, fresh meat."
Bam!!!
They carried the tied-up and gagged victims across their shoulders, quickly rushing into the grand establishment up ahead.
Just where were they, you ask? A bloody Casino, one most notable for its cruelty, sex parlor, and its many underhand operations.
It's said that those who get caught, sold, trafficked, or kidnapped to work there, also had to line in the lower floors below ground, never getting the chance to leave the Casino till they bought their freedom.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out here.
Those who eventually gain freedom are those who work from the bottom, fighting to the top and becoming the best in what they do, be it 'pleasing' customers or doing other services.
To get out, one must show their worth.
And that's why this Casino was feared amongst the many other establishments within the town.
The Garfield Casino...
That was its name.
It was 5 stories high, very elegant looking. Its structure had stood the test of time, getting destroyed and rebuilt severally.
And as the years went by, because of its prestige, no one dared to blow crazy explosives at the building. No bazooka... Nothing of that sort.
Just simple bullets would do.
.
In a medium-sized waiting room, the trafficking bunch was looking at the valuable vases, poking them and wondering if they could steal them out successfully or not.
"Hey, boss!... Check this vase out. I've read about these before. It's said they cost a fortune in the outside world, being one of the few remnants of the famous sculptor, Decordius Smith!"
Aiyy~
Many crowded around the blue and cream multicolored base with obvious greed in their eyes.
One of them massaged his chin, trying to act as though collectibles were his thing. He might be smart in other aspects, but he knew nothing about such fine artistry.
Cough, cough...
"The lines are well made, with the dents dipping in just right. I've studied such prices before, and can easily spot a fake!"
"Wow! Clint... I didn't know you had this side of you. So it's fake?"
"Of course it's fake! You think about it too. How can they leave such a valuable thing in the open like this? Fake. Fake... It's got to be fake!"
"Hey, they almost got me... For a moment, I thought it was the real deal."
"As expected of you, Clint."
The one Clint was taking in all the praises after talking absolute rubbish. But on this Mainland, one had to fake it till they made it. And who are we going to prove him wrong?
Who is so bored to do so?
"The Montague... Year QD-400, a masterpiece by the famous Decordius Smith."
Ah!-
Everyone jumped like cats on a rainy day, looking at the intimidating group entering the space.
There were over 30 guards dressed in a variety of styles, either wearing black, brown, red, white, or gray. And the one leading them was a charming lacy with a deep high-rise cut on her overly long red gown.
Stunning.
She had the ability to command the crowd in any room she walked into.
Her hair was tied up in a traditional style, having a long Silver chopstick-styled pin buried in it.
Her gown was long-sleeved and turtle necked, yet it had a heart-shaped cut at its chest region, showing her protruding bosoms.
Her hips swayed seductively with every step she took.
She had long, arm-length black gloves and held an equally long feminine cigarette holder, mostly used by aristocratic or wealthy people.
Everyone swallowed hard, feeling it difficult to peel their eyes off such a charming woman.
Who was she? They called her Madam Sure.
Why? Because she never made mistakes.
She was always 'sure' of every move they played on her many chessboards. But don't think she was a pretty young thing.
Madam Sure was over 180, a long player in this game.
People lived till 380~400 years old before dying naturally.
So one could say she was middle-aged at this point.
But so what?
Her body still made those younger thrust for a taste of her goodies. Sadly, they were to be disappointed. Because this madam Sure had built up her own deadly forces in the casino, with many coming to turn with just how cruel this beauty could be.