The hunter, exuding the red aura, locked his eyes against the young man, barely 26 years old compared to him, who was close to hitting 40. Yet, the malicious intent emitted through his eyes was piercing cold.
"You want to get beaten up too, you bastard?! Get me to the Black Hawk!!" shouted the hunter.
"You're looking at him." spoke the young man with his eyes revealing a cold gaze.
"You? Are you shitting me, boy? They let a lamb run this big casino?
Are you ready to face the consequences of lying to me?" iterated the burly bald hunter as he flexed his arms.
"Leave before I make you leave. I couldn't give two shits about whatever reason you came to cause trouble here.
You're disrupting our business and discomforting our customers. This will be the final warning you'll receive," spoke the boy with short black hair as he warned the hunter with a domineering but decisive tone.
"You will make me leave? Is that a joke?
