12 Master Gambler

I am currently in the middle of an intense stare down with an enemy organization, they go by the name 'Angle's Gang', which is more like an organization than a gang. They mostly have motorcycle riders riding on roads and harassing common people when they aren't committing crimes by the order of their leader.

Even though they sound cheap and unorganized, they have reputation and strength to sit on the table with the other criminal organizations here arranged by the fat fucker, money grabber Carlo.

The ones in direct competition with Angle's Gang are 'The Liberated', even though the name sounds less cliché, those fuckers are worse than the angle gang. Their leader is a Mexican guy with most of his screws loose, I wonder how are his gang members bare with his loud mouth. That idiot laughs at anything and everything, my guess is that his behavior is mostly a defense mechanism and a tool to make others lower their guard around him, thinking that he is an idiot.

The third group gathered here are 'The Coyotes', they mostly do business in illegal import export, illegal sales of animal and their parts like tiger cubs, elephant tusks, deer horns etc. The Angle Gang majorly controls drug distribution, fraud business, mugging etc. Their direct competitors, 'The Liberators' also involve in the drug business, and because of some bad blood between them, they often bark at each other.

The last gang was the 'Blackstrom Gang', who were mostly involved in information gathering, pornography, prostitution etc. The only business which was legal, was owning a Casino, which was on Carlo's relative's name. Must be a close one if he trusts them this much.

These games and all were mostly to keep the hierarchy and reputation between the gangs going, money was secondary in these types of events. Who had the last laugh was all that mattered, as who keeps his head high during the period of a year will be decided during this games. The members of the gang which won this night would get to bully the other gang members as a reward, it was not a written rule, but something followed by the gang members from who knows how long. This behavior almost became like a law these gangsters followed.

We were currently in the Casino owned by baldie Carlo, the private room was filled with the most wanted gangsters. Like Carlo, the other bosses also hired some gambling specialists to win tonight. Well, everyone except the Angle's gang, the leader made his underling sit on the table as he was sitting on the sofa not so far away surrounded by his gang members who were dressed in the gang's outfit. Every member of the Angle's gang had a tattoo of an angle somewhere on their body. Even the guy who is sitting direct opposite to me, who I was in a stare down with.

'This is getting too intense, let me tell a joke'

"What do you call an angel who had an accident?" my voice sounded in the VIP room as everyone's head turned towards me.

"A fallen Angel...HAHAHA" I burst out laughing on my own joke...wait, why is everyone silent? Did they not get the joke?

"Do you get it? Because he fell from his motorcycle, he is a fallen angel now..." I started laughing again as the leader of 'The Liberated' joined me, seems like he understood the joke just now.

"Nobody has a sense of humor, huh?" I asked shaking my head in disappointment.

"This gorilla jackass!" a muscular dude from the Angel gang cursed as he began walking towards me.

"Oh, you're approaching me?" I said as I smirked.

'I can take that out of my bucket list now fufufu...' I thought as the muscular angel got into a somewhat funny boxing stance as he threw a punch.

'Look at this idiot, loose stance, bad form and punches that could be seen from a mile away. It would be a miracle if that hit managed to land on me'

*BAAAM*

What happened next was obvious, I just shoved his face to the floor, taking inspiration from Yugiro Hanma.

The guy lost his lights after that move of mine.

"Did I overdo it?" I muttered to myself for everyone to hear. Not surprisingly, everyone was shocked to witness my strength, Carlo's face was worth seeing. Fat fucker was looking like his prostitute farted on his face.

"Anyone else wants to be macho?"

Silence...that was all to be heard, I was probably way too fast for these people to read my move. I just returned to my seat and this time the guy I was in a staring contest with lowered his eyes, unable to meet mine.

'Aish...I love breaking arrogant people.'

***

Like always, I won most of the rounds with losing few rounds, I lost on purpose as I don't want to maintain 100% winning rate, people would stop playing with me if that's the case.

I made good connections with this, I wouldn't need Carlo anymore as I am now officially a master gambler in the industry. Today's events would be spread all over, and I would get to make many connections and be invited to many places to play.

After the game, the leader of the Angel's gang talked with me, and he seemed to be testing the waters to see if I could be provoked or not. I did not give him a chance to walk over me, and talked like I have some backing other than Carlo. He gave up after understanding that, but I doubt that he would leave the matter entirely. I smashed his underling in front of all the gangs, and it was like an open challenge to him and his gang, he would take revenge for sure, but after running some background checks on me.

Well, whatever...not like I cannot handle it on my own. I got to my Aston Martin DB7 and threw the bag of cash at the passenger seat. I started the engine and went towards my house. Driving a car is not as bad as I thought it to be. But I still prefer a motorcycle.

'The moon is beautiful tonight...'

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