Taehyung l

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Taehyung successfully ran his own restaurant in the city center, but he spent all the money he earned from cooking and hosting expensive banquets at the same underground casino. This had long since become a terminal illness; if he lost, he'd stay up all night, stubbornly returning the next evening. The same thought always swirled in his head: today would definitely be a success, and he'd get his money back.

This vicious circle was drawing him deeper and deeper every day, his debts were growing, and the guy had no more brakes left.

This evening had gotten off to a rocky start, and it was going to be the worst-case scenario. Kim languidly took his usual seat at the green table, nervously tapped his fingers on it, and immediately set the stakes to the maximum.

Then all hell broke loose. Ten times in a row, his money went to the house, and Taehyung's insides boiled over with injustice. He glared at the young dealer, whose slender fingers expertly shuffled the deck automatically. The veins on the director's forehead bulged with a furious surge of anger.

“What, are you putting cards in your pocket?” Taehyung growled loudly for the whole room to hear, abruptly getting up from his chair and leaning his palms on the edge of the table.