The black car slowed before finally coming to a stop directly beneath the glass canopy of the Grande casino. The light from the crystal chandeliers reflected off the hood, excessively dazzling, as if the building deliberately wanted to show how easily it could swallow money.One of the guards got out first, his movements quick and efficient. He circled the car and opened the rear door.Tyson paused for a fraction of a second. Not out of awkwardness, but because it was slightly unfamiliar. It was not that he felt unworthy.His vigilant instincts always demanded full control, his own hands opening the door, his own eyes measuring the surroundings, his own feet ready to move at any moment.Allowing someone else to clear the way for him meant surrendering a fraction of trust. And a fraction of a second, in Tyson’s life, often determined life or death.Still, he stepped out.His face was calm, his posture relaxed, as if this were nothing more than a routine visit. Anna followed at his side

Several people held their breath, waiting for his reaction. But Tyson simply slid the next stack of chips to the same position.Banker.Anna glanced at him briefly, then returned her gaze to the table. She knew this wasn’t about short-term profit or loss.Round after round passed. Sometimes Tyson won, sometimes he lost. But the pattern was clear to anyone paying attention, he never reacted to the outcome.What he watched was when the dealer’s breath quickened, when additional cards appeared, when other players began chasing their losses.The large man started raising his bets, then raising them again.“Luck’s good tonight,” he said, mostly to himself.The next round. The big man bet heavily, Player.Tyson, for the first time, moved his chips.Banker.The dealer dealt.Banker wins.The big man swore under his breath.The man with glasses now looked at Tyson without hiding his interest. “You’re reading the table, not the cards.”“Baccarat doesn’t require guessing,” Tyson replied. “Only

Slyvn remained seated after the door closed. The first second felt empty. The second felt too long.By the third second, something he rarely admitted even to himself crept upward a thin panic, cold, like needles under the skin.The room felt narrower without Tyson’s presence. The man’s last words still hung in the air, as if refusing to disappear.Slyvn realized his jaw had hardened. His fingers tapped the arm of the sofa once, twice, then stopped.The panic quickly reshaped itself into irritation.His expression darkened.“Bastard,” he muttered quietly.He stood abruptly, his steps short but sharp as he turned toward the door. In his head, a map of possibilities was already moving fast.Tyson was not the type to threaten loudly. People like that didn’t need to shout. They simply moved, and when they moved, everyone else had to run.Slyvn dragged a hand roughly across his face.“I have to close this before he opens everything,” he said quietly, more to himself. “Even if it costs one ex

Slyvn most likely saw this as his only window of opportunity. In the casino, in his own territory, after a conversation that had clearly ended badly. He didn’t know when Tyson would appear within reachable distance again.Men like Slyvn don’t like uncertainty.So he bought certainty.Paid someone. Turned an accident into a weapon. If it worked, it was just traffic news. If it failed at least he had tried.Cain lifted his head.“If this is true, he just declared war.”Tyson leaned back in his chair.“No,” he said quietly. “He just admitted he’s afraid.”That was worse, and the room fell silent again.Cain stared at Tyson longer now. Something had shifted in the way he saw the man, not just as someone protected by Aelius, but as the gravitational center of the conflict to come.“What’s your move?” Cain asked finally.His tone no longer tried to restrain anything. He had accepted the storm couldn’t be prevented. Now all that remained was choosing where to stand.Tyson’s gaze hardened sli

Before Slyvn could react, Nick turned to the staff member first and asked, “How long?”“Seconds, sometimes a minute. Then it goes back to normal,” the staff replied. “But… it happens again at another table. Like it’s moving.”The error didn’t stay in one place. That was what made it more unsettling. If the system crashed completely, they could shut down the floor and call it maintenance. But random errors that appeared and disappeared created something far more dangerous because it gave the impression that the casino wasn’t stable.Slyvn stood, trying to remain calm. He straightened himself and asked, “Who saw it?”“Two VIP players have already complained. They said their credit numbers dropped on their own before returning. We refunded them and apologized, but—”“But they’ve already told other people,” Slyvn cut in coldly.The staff member didn’t answer.On the floor below, small chaos was already beginning to take shape. Dealers were calling supervisors. Supervisors were calling tec