Following the recently discovered Yakuza dead bodies, Detective Weirdlock came up with a plan. If it was true and the Black Dragon bunch were indeed responsible for -- or at least involved in -- murdering those two from the White Star gang, it was best to go upfront and interact with them. "There's a gambling den much further down the street. We're gonna stage a nice coup for those guys." The pompadour'd remarked, grinning smugly as he presented his plan. "You!" He declared, pointing straight to Jan Ren's face; "...Are going to 'join' them."
Honestly, infiltrating Yakuza bases was something the young wizard was all too familiar by this point. However for this case he needed a better guise. It was likely, as is with organized crime, that they were already aware of his identity through previous requests he had taken or at least from working alongside the detective. As such he needed a better plan. And he had just the reputation to ride on for that.
After entering the gambling den, dressed up nicely and hair held in a tight, low ponytail; showing off class at least, blending in with the crowd; the Sinese reached one of the tables and bet whatever little Jewels he had on himself on one of the tables. Step one: underplay. "Pfft." The dealer couldn't restrain his laugh, ridiculing the newbie's entry. "That all ya got boy? Take a hike. This is the big boys' table." The other players at the table all chuckled to themselves as they proceeded to play, uninterrupted. Initially taking whatever he had placed on the table for his entry, the young man simply stood by and watched as the game unfolded. By the time one had won, he once again insisted on joining; placing the same amount of Jewels more aggressively on the table.
"Kid, didn't you get what I said??" The dealer scolded, frowning; "Scram!!" On that note, the Sinese' eye twitched for a moment. He watched closely as the dealer shuffled the cards; and once he was about to reveal the first card, the young wizard gave him an abrupt palm strike, straight to his face; knocking the dealer out of his chair and leaving the deck in the air, cards scrambled all over. Almost on immediate cue, three pissed Yakuza stood up.
It's showtime.
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