Luke looked up at the members of the Phantom Troupe before him.
Especially seeing the eagerness and anticipation in Uvogin's eyes, Luke said slowly: "Go and cause a ruckus."
"How you cause trouble doesn't matter." He added.
"Hahahaha, great!!"
Uvogin, who had been waiting for such an order from Luke, responded with a loud laugh upon hearing it. His excited howls were barely contained.
"I'll give you the locations you need to go to later, including maps and directions..."
Shalnark said while scratching his ear.
"I'm starting to feel sorry for you."
He said to Nobunaga, who stood beside him with a very calm expression.
The latter simply nodded.
He was already used to such a loud voice.
Soon, after Shalnark provided the specific location and map,
Luke decisively makes arrangements.
Uvogin, Nobunaga, Phinks, and Feitan were the main attacking force.
Shalnark, Franklin, and Machi were responsible for scouting the surrounding area.
If they happened to encounter the Kute Gang of Thieves in their destination, the three on observation could promptly notify Uvogin and the others, ensuring a swift and decisive victory.
Chrollo, as one of the leaders, was responsible for following up.
Bonolenov Ndongo, the newly joined member, and Luke remained at the base, awaiting good news from the other members.
Thus, with the arrangements in place, the Phantom Troupe's first major operation officially began.
As the largest casino in the entire city, the Ambrosio Casino is a melting pot of all sorts of people.
There are the upper-class elites from all walks of life.
There are also newly rich individuals who have just joined the ranks of the wealthy, and even figures who have made a name for themselves in the underworld.
The dealers, wearing raven masks, roll special dice to send Morse code-like signals.
These signals allow the casino's staff behind the scenes to make bets that maximize their profits based on the betting odds at the tables.
Perhaps, after this single roll, some will be overjoyed with a huge windfall.
But many more will be left with pained expressions, their eyes bloodshot, after having lost everything.
While the casino ensures it takes the largest share of the profits, a small number of gamblers are lucky enough to get a small piece of the pie.
Others can make a killing, but the casino will never lose.
Maintaining profit and never incurring losses has always been the casino's guiding principle.
Those gamblers who managed to win some profit believed they were blessed by Lady Luck.
They were eager to continue their rampage in the casino.
Then, along with the next batch of gullible victims, they were all completely fleeced by the casino's scheme.
Inside the office on the casino's top floor.
Pablo Escobar, the figure who controls this place, stood in his office before the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the city view.
On the wall beside him, the green cursor of an IBM desktop computer flickered in the darkness, the screen displaying global black market exchange rates.
Hanging on the wall wasn't a famous painting, but a piece of concrete embedded with shrapnel.
It was a souvenir from an attack by his enemies five years ago.
Amidst the swirling smoke of cigars, an old-fashioned jukebox played classic rock songs by the city's most famous singers of the previous generation.
For smokers, this was the perfect tonic.
Squeak.
The door opened gently, and one of Pablo Escobar's subordinates in a velvet suit entered.
"The Kute Gang of Thieves is back."
Then his subordinate asked respectfully: "Is it the same as before?"
"Yes. Don't relax, keep the usual surveillance."
Pablo Escobar nodded slightly. "Those guys are all lunatics. If we really mess with them..."
"Although we're not particularly afraid of them, if they cause trouble, it's our casino that will suffer the losses."
Pablo Escobar said with inexplicable confidence.
Even facing a world-class S-rank criminal like Kute Gang of Thieves, he was confident the latter wouldn't cause any trouble here.
This was their headquarters, and he had a connection to the world's most notorious organization, an organization standing at the pinnacle of the underworld.
With the power they wielded, let alone the Kute Gang of Thieves, they could even challenge the Hunter Association!
It just goes to show... The more ignorant you are, the happier you live.
Recently, some members of the Kute Gang of Thieves had been coming to their casino every few days for entertainment.
At first, Pablo Escobar had people keeping an eye on them,
Fearing these guys might cause trouble at their establishment.
Although Pablo Escobar didn't really care about this group of thieves, if they really caused chaos, it would affect his business.
And every day represented money pouring in.
"I understand!"
The subordinate earnestly agreed, then prepared to go downstairs to send in more men.
But just then...
Crash! Crack! Boom!
A series of chaotic and violent noises suddenly erupted from below. Even the walls of Pablo Escobar's office shook.
"What's going on?!"
Pablo Escobar's face instantly changed and turned very grim. "I'll go check it out right away!"
The subordinate rushed out in a panic. At the same time, the pager on Pablo Escobar's waist beeped.
"It's bad, boss! Outsiders are causing trouble here... Ah!!"
A scream came from the other end of the line, followed by a series of dial tones.
"Causing trouble in my territory?!"
A flash of uncontrollable rage crossed Pablo Escobar's eyes.
"Who?! Which of the other Ten Dons?! Or... some brainless criminal did?!"
"Don't they even know whose territory this is?! How dare they act like this?!"
Pablo Escobar had only taken two steps outside when the pager, which had gone silent, rang again: "Boss!! It's a group of guys who seem to just want to cause trouble!!"
A hoarse voice came from the other end of the line: "They said... They call themselves the Phantom Troupe!!"
"The Phantom Troupe?!"
Pablo Escobar muttered the name, completely unfamiliar with it.
He had never heard of them before and had no idea where such a group had come from.
"So, now even some random, worthless group can bully us?!"
Pablo Escobar's anger intensified: "Where's security?! What are those guys doing?!"
"The security force... Has been completely wiped out, boss!!"
A fearful voice came from the other end of the pager: "Not only security,..."
"And those men left in the casino, they're all no match for them!!"
"Those guys who call themselves the Phantom Troupe, they're all incredibly powerful... click!!"
The pager went completely silent; there's not even a dial tone.
This meant the pager on the other end was also destroyed.