He really can't see.
But the malicious intent rushing towards him is something he can clearly sense. Behind the white-haired beauty, a large group of aggressive thugs, with cold expressions, spread out.
Some begin clearing the area, driving away the gamblers in the first-floor lobby who are watching the excitement, while others surround Fujitora completely.
"This really puts one in a difficult position."
Fujitora sighed softly, "I'm just an ordinary gambler here for recreation, what's the need for such a grand display."
"Don't joke, sir. Ordinary gamblers won't win nineteen times in a row~"
The woman covered her mouth and laughed lightly, "Whether to accept a toast or face punishment, I advise you to choose the former. If you insist on playing dumb, then..."
She snapped her fingers, and the bald brawny man leading the thugs grinned fiercely and suddenly drew his knife to slash:
"What are you doing? Is there really a madman daring to cause trouble at the Golden Roulette Casino? If that's the case, tonight I'll turn you, the fake blind cheat, into a real cripple!"
Swish!
The glint of the knife flashed—
But it hit nothing.
At some point, Fujitora's figure had appeared behind the brawny man, his wooden staff lightly touching the back of his neck.
The brawny man suddenly felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing on him, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground, struggling desperately but unable to get up.
"What are you dawdling for? All of you, come at him!"
The bald brawny man shouted angrily, prompting the other thugs to finally react, responding with a roar as they attacked from all directions.
However, Fujitora only slightly turned his body, casually drawing a few afterimages in the air with his wooden staff.
Accompanied by the muffled sounds of "bang bang bang," twenty or thirty muscular men fell one after another like dominoes, all trapped on the floor.
The entire casino fell into instant silence.
Second floor.
"Such a strange fruit ability..."
Smoker's eyes showed surprise, thinking, if it were him in such close proximity, could he withstand the moves of this blind man?
The boss said that Haki, cultivated to the utmost, can surpass the fruit abilities.
These days, he has been practicing with Illusion Dream Grass and sparring with Teacher Zephyr, advancing his Haki a bit.
It shouldn't be a big issue to resist the blind man's ability.
"...You!"
In an instant, the thugs lost all their fighting power, and the white-haired beauty instinctively took a few steps back.
Just then.
Clap, clap, clap.
Three crisp claps came from the ceiling, and the gamblers just driven to the front hall raised their heads in unison.
A short, thick man in a suit identical to Akainu's, exuding a powerful aura, unhurriedly came down from the top level of the circular corridor.
"Du·Feld Sir!"
The white-haired woman seemed to receive amnesty, hurriedly retreated behind him.
Such a familiar name.
The gamblers searched their memories, slowly beginning to react, and couldn't help but gasp.
Du·Feld?
Isn't he one of the rumored six emperors of the underworld, the infamous king of loan sharks?
Is the big boss behind the Golden Roulette Casino such a major figure!
"Is it unlucky or lucky?"
Du·Feld, with a cigar in his mouth, ignored the meaning of the secretary, his gaze fell on Fujitora:
"You registered your name as Issho, right? Rare for me to visit Gambling City to inspect the industry and run into an extraordinary gambler like you. With superb thousand techniques and good strength, it's quite tempting for me."
He extended two index fingers to Fujitora, grinning, "I'll offer a price, twenty million Belly a year, come work under me as a cadre, how about it?"
"I fear that won't do."
Fujitora had no time to respond as a faint voice came from the second floor.
Who?
The loan shark king's face turned cold, displeased, he looked toward the sound.
In the next second.
His pupils shrank, drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"To work for you as a cadre would be a bit too wasteful, wouldn't it? After all, Mr. Issho here is also someone I'm interested in recruiting."
A handsome black-haired youth leaned behind the railing, leisurely swinging the glass in his hand, smiling:
"How about this, give me a bit of face, hand him over to me, how does that sound?"