Shovels In Spades

"No! How could I lose?!" a young Asian man in his early twenties shouted as he grasped at his hair in frustration. "You... You cheated!"

The handsome 30-or-so-year-old man with dyed-blonde hair wearing a silky purple shirt that was tucked into his pure white pants sneered at the man. He tightened his grip on the breast that was cupped in his hand, resulting in the woman sat on his lap moaning lightly. "As if I'd ever need to cheat against you. Accept your loss, or keep screaming and see what happens to that liberal tongue of yours."

The young man flinched. He wore an awkward smile and bowed while cupping his hands apologetically. "S-Sorry, Mr Tucker."

Nodding arrogantly, the blonde man replied, "So long as you know. Now, leave my sight."

As the young man scrambled out of the room a tall and busty lady in a tight-fitting formal dress strolled in and said, "Jim, the boss needs you."

The blonde-haired man frowned. "What? Is that two-bit gangster Alek trying to muscle in on our casinos again? I keep telling the boss that I can only absorb so much luck. It's almost to the point that I'd be taking in their misfortune instead of actually fucking them over."

The lady shook her head. "No, it's a bit more serious than that."

"Oh?" Jim was interested.

"Daz has shown up with the city's key and he's claiming that he's its rightful owner," she explained a bit mysteriously.

An intrigued look entered the man's eyes. "Oh... Now that, that is interesting. So, what does the boss want me to do about it? Suck all of his luck out?"

The woman smiled seductively. "Daz has foolishly made the choice to gamble away his flying city in exchange for a non-resistant approach to his takeover. You know, the one he used to fix the sinkhole. All you have to do is win a few dice rolls. It's as simple as that."

"Sheesh," Jim stifled a laugh. "Is that guy an idiot? I guess he is since he was prattling on about equality during the champion auction. I'll be over there in a minute."

Daz had held back when it came to using Master Identification on Mayor Rickley since he genuinely didn't care what or who the man was. He knew he was strong, but not enough for Daz to worry too much about him. If they became enemies, then he'd identify him.

He did, however, pull up the man's crime list and his random secret. In Daz's opinion, those were both far more important than the man's stats and his basic information.