The dealer deftly measured the stacks in front of Raizen and paid him one and a half times the wager, leaving a little over four thousand dollars’ worth of chips.

        The yakuza prince’s response to winning was the reaction one had when finding a letter in the mail that wasn’t junk. It could barely be classified as an acknowledgment, much less surprise or joy. With a flick of the finger, Raizen sent several hundred back to the dealer as commission. It was extravagant, but that was Raizen’s way. It also wasn’t his money to begin with. Which was also Raizen’s way.

        He wore a slate-colored three-piece suit with a vest the color of amber. Beneath it, an embroidered dres...

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