Threats

Michael slowly walked while contemplating his options. He knew the security guards posed no threat to him at all. He could easily pull out an assault rifle and go on a killing rampage but he knew that would be a very bad idea. Just the fact that he had a gun in a private establishment like a casino is enough to send him to jail much less the murder charges.

He decided to tolerate it as long as his life was not threatened. He could demonstrate his strength and bluff his way out, but he wanted to see what they would do first.

They walked along the corridor leading to the back of the casino. He noticed a partition that was heavily guarded; that must be the vault room. They kept moving on and eventually reached a room that looked like a storage room. Robert opened the door and invited him in.

His animal instincts kicked in; It was actually the first time the skill went into effect. There was a slight feeling of danger. It was not very strong; more like an alert to get ready for combat. He walked in and noticed an Old Italian man sitting in a chair. There was a table next to him and a chair in the opposite side. The room was clearly modeled for interrogation.

This was good news because since he was still in the casino they could not kill him. They were probably just going to threaten him. He placed the money from yesterday's gambling back into his backpack hoping to just be able to give them their money back and walk away.

"Sit down Michael. I was waiting for you" Vincent replied while pointing to the chair in front of him.

Michael sat down on the chair. Robert left and closed the door. There were some security guards inside with batons and stun guns.

"Don't worry he will be back. This will not take long. My name is Vincent Benedict; This is my Casino." The Italian man introduced himself while extending his hand out to shake Michael's hands.

Michael shook his hands while staying silent. He did not know what to say. Vincent looked like a classic mobster. He was wearing a suit and smoking a cigar looking like he walked out of the set of Godfather II.

"Let's not kid around and waste time. I believe you know why you are here. If you do not then let me tell you. You have broken my trust and cheated in my casino." Vincent got straight to the point.

"I do not know what you are talking about. I was not cheating; you need to have proof if you are going to accuse me." Michael replied while standing up for himself. Of course, the casino had no proof because he was using his superhuman brain with the system skills to gamble.

Vincent sneered at Michael's reply. He appreciated the kid's courage; Usually, when cheaters are brought to this room they lose their cool and start freaking out. However, this kid looked calm and collected like he did not feel threatened at all. This usually meant that the cheater was completely naive or had a powerful background. However, Vincent had done enough research on Michael and was confident he belonged to the naive group.

" I do not need to prove anything to you. You are here because I want you to know the consequences of trying to steal from me." Vincent declared. He then turned to the guards and ordered them to check his backpack. They found the money he won from yesterday. Was this idiot really walking around with $100,000? Vincent could not believe anybody was this stupid.

"Take the money and break his hands." Vincent ordered.

The guards moved in and held Michael down while laying his hand out on the table. One of them fetched a hammer from a mini storage closet.

"You got your money back, just let me go." Michael replied fiercely.

"Who the hell do you think you are to order me around!! In fact, I want all your money, everything you won from Oklahoma. If I don't get that money by tomorrow then kiss your sorry ass goodbye" Vincent roared while fuming in anger. He could not believe that this kid had the nerve to talk back to him. Especially when he is in such a vulnerable position. Vincent decided not to let this kid go till he turned in every penny he had.

"Do not push it too far!" Michael replied while activating his Intimidate Aura skill. The skill was supposed to intimidate weak-willed creatures. This was going to be his last try if Vincent did not back down even now then Michael planned on showing some strength.

All of a sudden Vincent felt the atmosphere around Michael change. It felt like he was looking at a ferocious wild beast. He did not look vulnerable anymore; even the guards backed off, clearly scared by the sudden change. Vincent steeled his heart and fended of the fear in his heart. This kid was dangerous.

" Don't think I will be scared by parlor tricks. Break his hand and dump him out the back. Do not let me see you in Vegas again." Vincent threatened while ignoring his previous attempt at extortion. He was still not going to let Michael go without receiving punishment.

Michael bit his tongue; He did not want to make a scene here. It was never too late for a gentleman's revenge. He needed to do more research into the background of Vincent and the casino. The intimidation skill was too low ranked to fully intimidate Vincent but at least he was being let go.

The guards held his hand in place while one of them swung the hammer.

"Thud"

The hammer struck his hand. It did not hurt too much because of his Body armoring skill; nevertheless, he still put up an act. They picked him up while leading him to the door.

"Oh I forget to tell you, I left a present for you at the junkyard." Vincent replied while gleaming at his victory.

Michael was escorted out to the back door and thrown out. He circled back to the parking lot and noticed that his Wrx Sti was gone.

Michael got in a taxi and headed to the junkyard. When he got there he walked in and saw a Sti that was crushed sitting near the dumpster.

He clenched his fist that was already being healed at an alarming rate. " Vincent Benedict! You messed with the wrong motherfucker." Michael roared into the sky.

He then heard a Beep from the system and noticed a new mission in the mission tab.