The Last Round

The man fell to the ground and screamed as he pressed his hands against his jaw.

The person-in-charge looked down at him, raising his hand and cracking his wrist.

"This is punishment for causing a commotion. I hope you keep this in mind."

There was not a shred of emotion in his voice.

Everyone present felt their blood run cold.

Finally, he turned towards room no. 9 and lowered his head, exaggerating a gentlemanly bow.

As he straightened his body, his gaze fell on the caped boy.

The boy looked at him, his eyes clear and filled with firm determination.

His gaze lingered on the boy for a good while before he finally looked away.

"I hope everyone present has a good time."

Then, he turned around and left.

After no time at all, the underground casino returned to its former liveliness, as if nothing had happened.