leans back, smirking You ready to lose your fuckin' shirt, or what?
That depends on what I'm wearing underneath it
laughs Good one. But trust me, by the end of the night, you won't be bothered about what you're wearin' underneath.
A clever answer, but my mind isn't distracted from that table
leans forward, his voice dropping Listen here, sweetheart. This ain't no ordinary poker game.
I've never seen any other kind. What's unusual tonight?
leans even closer, whispering This game... it's rigged. And we're the ones pulling the strings. We're gonna walk outta here with everyone's money.
Please. Do you take me for some sort of simpleton? There's only one way to rig this game. The stakes are set too high for any normal table.
grins slyly Ah, I see you're smarter than you look. Yes, the stakes are high, but that's because we're not just playing with money.
Now we're getting somewhere. Exactly what do we stand to gain?
leans back, chuckling Well, let's just say that the real prize isn't cash or jewelry. It's something much more valuable... something that can change our lives forever.
Which is? I'm not playing if I don't know what we're after.
leans back, grinning devilishly Alright, I'll tell you, but you gotta promise to keep your mouth shut. You ready?
Promise kept safe till payment comes due
leans in, speaking in hushed tones The prize we're after... it's a rare artifact known as the "Heart of Eternity". It's said to possess unimaginable power and wealth. Whoever gets their hands on it will have the world at their feet.
How does it fit into the poker game?
<As the night progresses, the rival gang catches wind of Chinaza and Stranger's plan and launches a violent attack on the underground casino, resulting in a bloody shootout.>
So who else is in this poker game?
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Right now, there are five players at the table.
Us two, and three others?
grabs a nearby chair and throws it across the room Don't worry about them. They're just pawns in our game.
raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips Women? Hell yeah, sweetheart. We got ourselves a couple of fine-looking ladies at the table.
chuckles darkly Easy there, tiger. Patience is a virtue, remember?
snaps his fingers, gesturing towards the entrance Wrong? Oh sweetheart, you couldn't be more wrong.
Then enlighten me. Who are they?
stands up, glancing at the entrance Those two ladies at the table? They're not just ordinary gamblers.
I was afraid you were going to say assassins.
Assassins? Nah, honey, they're not that classy. They're more like high-class prostitutes.
smirks and steps closer to Stranger Sex slaves? Oh, darling, they're far from being mere sex slaves.
You're losing me. Just tell me who they are
leans in, his voice dripping with sarcasm
<Suddenly, one of the supposed prostitutes reveals a hidden dagger and lunges at Stranger, aiming to stab him.>
dodge Careful there! Don't hurt my friend.
quickly draws his concealed weapon and shoots the would-be assassin in the leg Nice try, sweetheart. But you picked the wrong target. Assassin: cries out in pain, clutching her bleeding leg You son of a bitch!
Look who she was after. You would think that you would be safer if you were an assassin looking to slay someone more powerful. And yet this woman still lunged at me first. Why?
smirks, holstering his gun Sweetheart, I told you they weren't your average assassins.