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Should we just divvy up what we have and see how much we can all make with it?

I mean, gambling's nothing but luck anyway, right?

I don't think so. Wutang's the consigliere of the family.

The brains of the operation. -He's too smart.

I can't imagine he would have challenged us to a contest of pure luck.

-Right you are.

Gambling merely appears to be a game of luck. In reality,

it's calculated psychological warfare.

All in.

Unlike you barbaric assassins, a mafia member can't survive by entrusting their

life to luck. Our world's not that simple.

That guy just won another huge bet!

-How does this asshole keep doing that? -We're so screwed! What were we

thinking when we agreed to this?

-It's the same for assassins. -Huh?

Those who leave their fate to luck always die first.

Fine, give it your best shot, you meatheads.

I'm winning the Mistress back no matter what.

I'll risk everything I have to do so.

WIN MORE MONEY AT THE CASINO!

This might be easier if I knew any of the rules… Oh well,

worrying won't get me anywhere.

Let's give poker a shot. I'll figure it out as I go.

Have a seat.

Never seen this punk before. He new?

We got a sucker!

He looks like a clerk at a shitty convenience store.

I'm gonna fleece this loser.

-I can hear every word you're thinking! -Ante up.

I guess I should… look at my cards?

I call.

I'll raise you two hundred.

Raise. Four hundred.

-What the hell does any of that mean? -Ah! There you are, Shin.

I take it this means you know all the rules now?

Huh? Wait, did you just say "huh"? You don't know what you're doing, do you?!

Get off my ass! I can't look anything up in here

because they took away my phone! Quit calling me out in front of everyone!

We'll be better off if you move out of the way and let me take over. Now gimme

-your cards! -No, get outta here! Leave me alone! Stop!

Move! Come on, just hand em over!

-I got em! -Hurry up! Pick them up

-before somebody sees them! -This idiot's looking at a

straight on his first hand!

No problem. A little bluffing will scare him away.

Tough luck, kid. You can't beat me with a

couple crappy cards like those.

-But if you wanna call, we won't stop you. -You're not gonna bluff

your way into beating me. I'm all in.

Tell you what, dealer, why don't you hand out the cards face up this round.

-Seems to me like it'll save us some time. -Who the hell is this kid?!

Uhhh, split!

I'm going corner again.

Wide load.

He's going all in on red?! What's this porker thinking?

Maybe I'll keep one, just in case.

Hmph. What a fatty. Must be the guy Wutang

was telling me about.

Sorry, buddy. But this roulette wheel's embedded with magnets, so I control where

-it lands. -All right, what's it gonna be?

Come to papa!

It's over.

What? But how?!

Who knew this fatso was such a high roller?!

Precision and control.

Master Wutang, their winnings are growing more and more quickly. I'm worried

-they may be conning us. -It doesn't matter.

I anticipated there'd be some trickery.

But, sir…

Plus one. Zero. Plus one. Plus one. Plus one.

Minus one. Zero. Minus one. Plus one. Plus one. Running count of plus four.

What'll it be?

Hit me.

That's twenty-one!

There's no stopping this guy with the braid!

Incredible. Master Wutang's famous card counting.

It takes a special mind to keep track of every card that's been dealt. Not to

mention using that to calculate the probability of what card's going to come

-up next. -I'm going to win. No

matter what it takes.

You think you're better than us just because you're so smart, don't you?

Well, strength is the only thing that matters in the mafia world, you nerd!

You're useless! We don't need wimps like

you in the Lu family!

-Run! It's the boss's daughter! -That hurt. Let's get outta here!

Are you okay?

LU SHAOTANG DAUGHTER OF THE LEADER, AGE 8

LU WUTANG MAFIA APPRENTICE, AGE 11

No way! I had no idea you were part of the family,

too!

I have so many relatives it's hard to keep track.

Why were you letting those guys beat you up like that?

You don't have to throw punches to fight back. If I let it happen,

and get beaten to a pulp,

I can do much more damage to them by getting

the organization to punish them for it later.

A pathetic excuse.

I don't think I get it. You're super smart, huh?!

And you know what Papa says:

everybody has at least one special secret weapon of their own.

And yours is even more special if it's not the same as anyone else's.

Your special secret weapon is your brain, Wutang!

That was the first time I ever felt seen.

I realized I could be myself.

And decided I'd climb to the top by my own means so that one day I could stand

next to her. Many years later,

I was known as the brains

of the whole organization.

I owe more to the Lu family than I could ever repay.

Anything that threatens the well-being of the Mistress, I will eliminate.

My winnings this evening: eighty-seven thousand six-hundred thirty

-chips. -Aww, we got the same…

I'm just glad we didn't lose!

You did surprisingly well here, for barbarians.

Is it time to go home yet?

Not yet! This battle hasn't been decided.

Come on, Master Wutang, why don't we just kill them and put an end to this?

There's no need for that. Stand aside. But, sir…

Is there something wrong with your ears? I said stand aside.

-We'll settle this with a round of poker. -Doesn't work for me. I

don't know the rules.

Yeah, I played a bunch and I never managed to figure it out.

-What?! -All right, fine.

Name an alternative you do know how to play.

Oh! I know the perfect game!

Three against one wouldn't be an even match-up. These two will be joining me.

The rules are quite simple:

the team of whoever holds the Old Maid at the end of the game loses.

Now that's what I'm talking about! Simple games like Old Maid are way better

-than whatever poker is. -Yes! This is so exciting!

The family likes to play this one a lot.

-Their lack of nerves is irritating! -Dumbass. Old Maid's an easy win

for me. I can just read their minds.

And it's a great chance to impress Mister Sakamoto!

Now, let's begin.

Let's see. Who's started with the Old Maid?

Should be whoever's freaking out the most.

Why does it have to be her?!

She's so obvious!

I see your sincerity remains untainted, Mistress.

I'm sorry, but I can't go easy on you.

This one!

I've relieved you of the Old Maid! Mistress! You can rest easy.

That's not the point of the game!

All right, brute. Your turn to pick a card.

Huh… let me think about this…

Just kidding. With my powers, this'll be a piece of c--

That's right. You can read minds, can't you?

There are three levels of human consciousness.

The first is verbalized thought. The second,

the semi-conscious. And the third,

subconscious reflexes and habits.

I wonder how deeply you can delve…

Go on, pick a card. If my intuition is correct,

you'll lose right now.

What's he talking about? Condescending jerk! He's just bluffing…

Unafraid, Shin tried his best to

read Wutang's thoughts.

However… it was a perilous endeavor. Like staring at the sun through a

-magnifying glass. -My eyes! My eyes!

The sheer quantity of information short-circuited Shin's brain.

As I suspected, you can only read verbalized thoughts.

Shin!

SHIN DEFEATED

Oh no… Without Shin, we're in really bad shape.

-Come on. Hurry up and draw, Porky. -"Hurry," huh?

Good grief.

You're taking forever.

Woah! Did he just draw a card and put it back?!

Wait!

I don't know what that was.

But if I catch you cheating in the future, you'll be eliminated.

It all comes down to the two of us, assassin.

You have a pretty good poker face. But not good enough.

Your gaze lingers ever so slightly on this one.

The more someone wants to hide something, the more they focus on it.

Then draw.

This is it. It's over now!

Damn it!

Come on! You're gripping the cards too tight!

Sorry. I guess I am, aren't I?

-He must've switched them! -I believe it's my turn to draw.

Hm?

What are you fools doing? Put your guns away.

I said drop it.

We came all the way to Japan with you,

and we played along with all your stupid games. But none of us can take it anymore!

We are mafia. When we want something, we take it by force!

Your complicated schemes aren't worth the effort!

-We're sick of this shit! -Yeah, that's right!

Your time is up, you nerd!

What now?

They all hate him. I almost feel sorry for the poor guy.

What is this? It's just like when I was a kid.

Will this world never accept me? Were all my efforts in vain?

Mutiny, is it?

What a typical way for a mafioso to die.

This is the end…

You're giving up? Just like that?

This is your chance to impress the girl. Aren't you gonna take it?

You're super smart, huh?!

Your special secret weapon is your brain, Wutang!

Right. Of course! I do things my way.

This is none of your concern, Taro Sakamoto.

It's taken care of. If they shoot, they'll blow their own arms off.

Come now. You didn't think I wasn't prepared

for your insurrection, did you?

I rigged all your weapons to explode

the moment you pull the trigger.

Now they're disarmed. The rest is up to you.

Imbecile. Bluffing is a gambler's first skill.

-He lied about the guns. -Sakamoto…

I admit you've won this contest.

I see now that I'm not qualified to protect the Mistress.

I put her in danger myself. Therefore… --

It's not my place to say who's qualified or not.

But I do understand the desire to protect someone you care about.

I see.

All right, Sakamoto. As promised,

the party responsible for the large bounty on your head… is…

Are you people even listening?!

Yeah, go on, go on!

You can talk while you help us catch up on work, Wutang.

It's your fault we're behind, since you dragged us to that casino.

But I gotta be honest, that apron does look pretty good on you.

I can't believe you're making a mafia consigliere work at a convenience store.

I hope you're aware you'll be paying for my time. Anyway…

As I was saying.

Have you heard of a person called Slur, Sakamoto?

Hm?

The assassin killer?

Good. That'll make this easier.

All right, young man. Ring me up for these would you?

That man is undoubtedly responsible for your bounty.

Yeah, we kinda thought you were gonna tell us something we don't know.

-Would you like a bag? -Like do you know who Slur

is or where he's located?

Unfortunately, no. No one appears to have any information on Slur's personal

-details. If they did, I'd know about it. -Well, you're absolutely useless, huh?

This is all we get from that stupid triad battle?

What a waste of time.

I'm not finished talking, you numskulls!

He's shrouded in mystery, but I believe I've finally

uncovered a lead.

You've got our attention.

A few days ago, there was a massacre at a maximum

security prison in Southeast Asia.

There were four victims. All death row inmates.

Their bodies and faces were burned, and an X was painted on the wall in blood.

I take it that means Slur was the one who killed them all, right?

Wait, I don't get it, why would he do that?

I have an informant who happens to make their living by trafficking corpses. And

in the past few days, some unusual bodies have turned up in Japan.

One perforated with numerous holes.

One missing all of its flesh.

One completely dismembered.

And one crushed into a miniscule ball.

And? What do these corpses have to do with Slur?

They were each the modus operandi of the four death row inmates he supposedly

killed.

My theory… is that these inmates faked

their own deaths, escaped, and then fled to Japan.

Whoa! Check those guys out!

-So big! Are they foreigners? -Athletes, maybe? Like

martial arts or something?

They won't stop staring at us.

Maybe they all want to die.

You can't beat a funny Japanese comic book.

SAW 64 VICTIMS

Hey. This burger has pickles. I asked for no pickles.

I wish we didn't have to come to Japan. I'd much rather be dead.

Why are Japanese burgers so tiny?

MINIMALIST 370 VICTIMS

So? What is it we're supposed to be doing here, anyway?

Patience, we gotta wait and find out. Kick your feet up and read some manga.

Hey, what are you doing? Why you taking it apart?

Because, I asked nicely for them to hold the pickles.

But there's pickles.

If they put pickles in anyway, who knows what else they might've put in this

-burger! -You're an annoying bastard.

If you crush it up then it's all the same.

But that was my Big Wac…

I wanna die.

Terribly sorry to keep you all waiting.

Nice of you to join us. Are you the weirdo who broke us out of prison?

Thank you all for making such an arduous journey.

Now let's get down to business, shall we?

I have a list of targets here I'd like you to eliminate for me.

Who are these people?

All of them are considered to be… great menaces to the organization

I represent.

Doesn't matter to me who they are. As long as I get to do what I want to do to

-them. -These people look awfully powerful to me.

They're going to kill me. They'll cut me to pieces.

It's a list of a buncha uglies.

I heard Japanese people were serious about everything,

but you've got a sense of humor, huh?

You mean to tell me this piggy's a "menace to your organization"?

I strongly recommend extreme vigilance when dealing with any of the names on

that list. Else your lives may be cut short.

Wait. You honestly mean that, don't you?

You really think this fatty and his friends can beat us?

We'll have them all in the ground by the end of the month.

You better have your next list ready for us by then.

Otherwise, we'll just kill whoever we see.

These people aren't assassins who kill to live. They live to kill.

Pure, unadulterated evil.

But it's all according to the master's will…

Is that a deer head?

I had my chance, and I lost. Now my place is only to trust and observe.

-What a unique fursona… -Is that…? A deer! It's a deer!

There's no telling what danger lies in wait.

I had hoped to save the Mistress by taking her home. But now you know.

The three of you must flee immedi--

-Good thinking. -Huh?

We'll have to catch them quick, before the Association gets to them.

I'm gonna give Heisuke a heads up, too, just in case.

What?! Haven't you idiots been listening to a word I've said?

These are deranged serial killers!

A completely different species from the mafia or you barbaric hit men!

Don't you understand what kind of danger you're in?

Of course.

All the more reason we can't let them roam free.

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