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— Ha... Ha-ha-ha! — Ryunosuke laughed hysterically. — He-he. You know what, my dear guest... I think we need to add a little spice to this game. We'll raise the stakes to 10,000 per round, but that's not all. No, of course, our subsequent matches won't be limited to that. In addition to money, the winner will have to lose one finger. Of his choice, of course. After all, he is the WINNER.
Two are at the exit, one at the entrance to the inner room, and two more are in different corners of the tavern, plus the bartender. No weapons are visible, but they could easily be carrying them under their clothes.
"Easy there, sir," One-Eye interjected. "Even though you're currently in charge, everything has its limits. We're both gamblers and experienced players, but we don't change horses midstream, and we don't change the rules in the middle of the game."
"Do you want to play a game where someone lets the other win? Well, I'm willing to take the risk, even though it's unclear whether I'll win or lose. But my friend has a point – one such bet wouldn't be a big deal for anyone, regardless of the outcome, but no one wanted to risk finding out what else this man might come up with. Without revealing any obvious nervousness, Jack assessed the situation in the room and, using the gaming table and his cloak as cover (assuming, of course, that a guard wasn't standing to the side, watching his every move), tried to discreetly feel for his pistol on his belt, put his finger on the trigger, and turned the barrel towards the Taoist. The habit of not wearing a holster might actually work in his favor this time. "I don't see any reason for such concern. You set the rules and the stakes. And what's the point of a game where there's no winner?"
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
— Kyle! — After listening to Jack Ryunosuke, he shouted an unfamiliar name to the trio. — Kyle! Damn it, come here! A few moments later, a chubby reimi, who looked younger than twenty, ran to the place where they were playing. Judging by his wet hands, he was either washing dishes or scrubbing floors. — Boss?.. — Not yet. Just stand here while we play. Learn from adults how to live. — Then he turned to Jack again. — Draw a card.
But the gun was below the table level, and Jack was just ready to shoot/threaten if he suggested something even more insane, rather than trying to quickly grab the weapon and poke it in his face...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers