Ren slammed his cards on the coffee table and shouted, "Full house, baby! All this is mine!" He grinned wide as he raked in the pile of money on the table.
"Tch, you're too good at this. Can't you show us some mercy?" one of his men groaned, shaking his head.
"In your dreams!" Ren laughed, counting the money in his hands. His mood had been getting better each day.
His injuries from the last fight had mostly healed—he could move his arm without pain now. Sure, the massive scar on his face would never fade, but who the hell cared?
Women didn't need a pretty face—they needed money. And with enough cash, they'd crawl to him willingly.
But the biggest reason for his good mood? Haruto. That bastard had suddenly dropped out of school.
'Must've been so shocked by what my men did, he ran away like a scared little dog,' Ren thought with a cruel smirk.
