Chapter 53: Crossing the Line


    With a loud ng, the door swung open. The burly man inside stood with his hands on his hips, ring at Ennio. “This isn’t a yground. Coming in and out like this might bring unnecessary trouble. You know what I mean?”


    Casinos in the Federation required a special operating license to function legally, so most were technically illegal. However, Jingang City was unique. Its strategic location attracted sailors and travelers from around the world, prompting the state government to authorize casinos under strict regtions.


    To operate legally, casinos needed full documentation and special licenses. Legitimate casinos paid hefty taxes—83% of their ie went to three levels of government: local, state, and federal.


    For the Kodak Family, which ran legal casinos in Jingang City, this left about 9% profit. Yet even that was an astronomical amount, making them one of the cleanest families in the citypared to others steeped in illegal activities like smuggling, kidnapping, extortion, and protection rackets.


    While the Kodaks weren’tpletely uninvolved in such crimes, their casino profitsrgely met their financial needs. Compared to the other families, whose very essence seemed steeped in corruption, the Kodaks appeared almost saintly.


    But precisely because of the massive profits, the Kodak Family dealt with illegal casinos more ruthlessly than the government. To maintain their dominance in Jingang City’s gambling industry, they gave illegal operators two options upon discovery:<ol> <li> Install a Kodak ountant and hand over 70% of their revenue as an “authorization fee.”</li> <li> Pay a hefty fine, shut down, and leave Jingang City permanently.</li> </ol>


    There was, of course, a third, unofficial option: conflict. Gunfights often erupted, leading to another “miracle” rise in Angel Lake’s water level.Illegal casinos sought to avoid such risks by frequently relocating and carefully screening patrons.


    Ennio pulled out a cigarette from the pack Lance had given him and handed it to the bouncer. “I went out to buy some smokes,” he exined.


    The bouncer scrutinized the cigarette, then Ennio, before stepping aside to let him in. “Don’t make things difficult for me,” he warned.


    “Thank you,” Ennio said, slipping back inside.


    The gambler he had lent money to was back at the ckjack table, waving cash as he ced his bets. ckjack’s appealy in its semnce of fairness—at leastpared to other games.


    The gambler was having a lucky streak, already up twelve dors. It seemed he had recouped his losses.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Ennio didn’t care. Even if the gambler repaid the loan early, the agreed interest was still owed.


    The noisy atmosphere, thick with the smell of cigarettes, sweat, bad breath, and foot odor, wove a web of desire, trapping everyone in the basement.


    By evening, they had closed four deals, earning fourteen dors inmissions. Not everyone borrowed the full hundred; many only took thirty or fifty, which reduced the payouts slightly.


    Even so, fourteen dors kept the young men euphoric. They were simply standing around, watching for anyone who ran out of money and offering loans—barely lifting a finger to make money.


    The ease of earning made them giddy. “Money is so easy to make,” was their unanimous thought.


    Morris, however, seemed less thrilled. “My mom can make three bucks in fifteen minutes,” he joked darkly.


    As night fell, the casino grew busier, but Ennio and his friends left. Thepany had closed for the day, and Lance had gone home. Seeing the sess of Ennio’s loans, Lance decided to rent a small property nearby to set up a “branch office.” A cheap ce costing two or three dors a month would suffice—it was for business, notfort.


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    When the casino closed, the dealers gathered to chat.


    “Did you hear? That gambler lost over a hundred bucks today,” one ckjack dealer said,ughing.


    The others chuckled. As skilled professionals, they had techniques to ensure the house always won. For instance, they often ced three ten-point cards at the bottom of the deck during shuffling, enabling them to control who busted and who didn’t. ?aＮǒ????


    Additionally, they always ensured the top card in the deck was an Ace, which could count as either one or eleven in ckjack. Combined with thest three cards, it guaranteed a house win.


    Gamblers rarely noticed these tricks, focusing instead on their own hands.


    The owner of the casino, gnawing on a beef bone, perked up. “Where’d he get that much money?” he asked. He knew most of his patrons and was familiar with the gambler in question, who usually wagered just a few dors before leaving.


    The dealers shrugged. “No idea. He went out for a bit and came back with cash.”


    Another dealer chimed in, “Yeah, someone at my table did the same—left broke and came back with money.”


    The casino owner frowned, wiping his mouth. “Find someone who knows them. I want to know what’s going on.”


    If patrons resorted to crime to fund their gambling, it could bring trouble to his doorstep. The police loved raiding illegal casinos—not just to confiscate cash but to extort the operators for leniency in court.


    Before long, they brought in one of the gamblers for questioning.


    “How much did you lose today?” the owner asked, his tone calm yet firm.


    “Thirty-seven bucks,” the gambler replied with a grimace.


    The owner suppressed augh. After expenses, dealer cuts, and other costs, he’dted about twenty-five dors in profit from this fool. No wonder people called the Kodak Family a cash cow—they raked in unimaginable sums daily.


    “Shame about your luck,” the owner said. “Why’d you bet so much? Payday isn’t for another two weeks. You didn’t steal to gamble, did you?”


    The gambler paled as the bouncers loomed closer, their intimidating presence enough to unsettle anyone.


    “N-no! I borrowed thirty-five bucks!” he stammered.


    The owner’s expression darkened. “I wasn’t aware we loaned money today.”


    The cashier and other dealers shook their heads in confusion.


    The owner fixed his gaze on the gambler. “You’d better exin yourself. You know the rules here.”


    “It wasn’t from the casino,” the gambler admitted hastily. “Morris and some other kids lent it to me. Low interest, flexible terms…”


    The owner turned to the bouncer. “You let them in?”


    The bouncer hesitated, then nodded. “He said he was showing his friends around.”


    The owner’s lips curled into a smile. He gathered the leftover beef bones into a dish and handed it to the gambler. “Take these home for the kids,” he said.


    The gambler, surprised, thanked him profusely. “Your generosity is like the sun’s warmth…”


    “Save the ttery,” the owner interrupted,ughing. “I’m not refunding your losses.”


    As the gambler left, the owner’s smile faded. Picking his teeth with a steel pick, he muttered, “Someone’s crossed the line.”