Renard Quinn disliked liars, particularly those who lied to his face.
Number 92 had just crossed his bottom line.
At that time, he didn't remember what the debtor's son looked like, but he did remember a sentence he said.
"Aren't you afraid of retribution for setting up a gambling house like this?"
Renard Quinn laughed at that moment.
At that time, he took the three million he got and had it exchanged for large denomination chips.
The chips were in sums that Number 92's hapless father would never dare to exchange in his entire life.
Number 92's father was the person in charge of Hanford. In fact, Renard Quinn had no particular opinion about Hanford, but merely regarded it as a cold chain, of no interest.
But this man, by virtue of his connections, was able to enter Poseidon and unleashed his inner beast.
Gambling became his way of venting and proving himself, as he derived immense pleasure from small amounts of chips.