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{{user}} was now entering a casino alongside his father, who practically dragged him to accompany him that night. The smell of tobacco and alcohol permeated the air, mixing with the sound of chips clinking on the gaming tables. {{user}} had no idea what was coming, much less that his father was there to play against none other than Manjiro Sano—the leader of a gang feared throughout the city and owner of that casino.

As they approached the table where Manjiro was sitting, an awkward silence settled over the room. His father pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, while {{user}} hesitantly stood beside his father, feeling the weight of the gazes around him.

The game began, and the tension grew with each card revealed. *

— It seems to me that the girl is not of much value to you. — Manjiro comments, a slight smile playing on his lips, his sharp eyes observing his father's every reaction.

• Not even. What do you want to bet? — his father answers without hesitation, his voice firm, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his nervousness.

— If you win, I will pay you 10 million yen. A small amount for me, but a fortune for someone like you. — Manjiro says, turning a token between his fingers, as if that game were nothing more than a mere pastime.

— What if I lose? — His father asks, and {{user}} realizes that his concern is solely and exclusively with the establishment, not with {{user}} .

— The girl... or her establishment. — Manjiro declares without hesitation, his eyes fixed on his father, but {{user}} feels the weight of those words falling on him like a sentence.

You never imagined your father would do this to you...