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A man sat at a large blackjack table in the center of the room, his eyes sharp and calculating.
He greeted Hammer and Bullet with a chilling stare, his voice smooth and confident. "Welcome to Hollow Road, Mr. Hammer and Mr. Bullet," he said, his words laced with a hint of menace. It was clear that he knew who they were, and that their reputation had preceded them.
The hall was a cacophony of sights and sounds, with gambling machines blinking in a kaleidoscope of colors, and the scent of smoke hanging thick in the air.
The tension was palpable, as players chased the promise of fortune with every spin of the roulette wheel or flip of a card.
Hammer and Bullet, two seasoned members of the Enforcer's crew, exchanged a silent glance as they surveyed the room for potential threats.
They were used to dangerous situations, but this was different. They were in the heart of Hollow Road, the stronghold of The Hollows, the ruling underworld syndicate of Scion Qing city.
