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In a dimly lit bar, a massive, burly man occupied one corner, seated across from a sly, somewhat mischievous-looking fellow who sported a mustache reminiscent of classic villains from stories.
The latter was engrossed in a game of cards, clutching a hand that held an assortment of poker cards. He scrutinized the hulking man intently but was stumped by the inscrutability of the brute's poker face.
Carefully placing his cards on the table, the villainous-mustachioed man was dismayed to reveal a winning flush in his hand.
With a smirk, he glanced over at the bulky man, his eyes alight with amusement.
"Not feeling quite so godly now, are you? Right, my good sir?" the brute taunted, his lips curled into a cocky smile, and his hand gesturing toward the pile of cash in the center of the table.
He awaited his winnings, his open hand implying the expected compensation, while the older man quivered with a mixture of anger and frustration.
"I demand another game, double or nothing," the old man declared, his voice quivering with a hint of desperation. "But this time, let's add some extra security! No cheating will be allowed, and no tricks, just like the rules state. We need closure."
The older man raised his hand emphatically, emphasizing his request.
"So, you're implying that I cheated?" the brute retorted, a derisive tone in his voice. "Quite rich coming from a man who had a card of a royal flush up his sleeve. Just take a look."
With that, the burly man got up from his chair and approached the man who had accused him of foul play.
Despite the swindler's protests and a flurry of flailing gestures, the brute forcefully tugged at the man's sleeve, revealing a couple of cards hidden up his arm, cards he had been preparing to surreptitiously introduce into the game during its final round.
He clenched the man's choker, seizing the opportunity for a swift and fierce retribution. A barrage of open-handed slaps rained down upon the man, rendering him unconscious before any onlookers could intervene. However, the peace was short-lived.
A group of men dressed in suits leaped into action, armed with knives and short swords, their movements eerily coordinated. They surged toward the formidable figure with deadly intent.
Suppressed laughter bubbled up within the brute as he saw the approaching adversaries. In a bizarre and audacious move, he grabbed the smallest of the suited men and swung him like a makeshift whip, targeting the younger members who had joined the fray. The unfortunate man's body soared through the air, colliding with the stockier guard.
Capitalizing on the element of surprise, the hulking figure quickly dispatched the three other assailants with expert precision. Victory seemed within reach when, unexpectedly, the man he had previously incapacitated sprang back to life. Armed with brass knuckles, he delivered a powerful punch that sent the brute into a state of unconsciousness, achieving a clear knockout.
The time the Chiseled man had woken up was in a cold cage.
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These chapters will be heading to volume zero in its completion, but I hope it tickled your sense of joy, if you didn't like it too bad, this is fun for me to write.