"Valon, I knew your father." The casino heavy stopped what he was doing. Nekker flashed a professional smile. "What's a nobleman like you doing playing in a low-class casino like this? They're sore losers, utterly devoid of credibility."
"I... I, *cough, cough*, my father passed away some time ago..."
"My apologies, my apologies, kid..." Pulling Valon to his feet, Nekker noticed the pitiful young man was still clutching a crumpled piece of donkey hide.
"I know your boss, and he still owes money to Furong Bank! Go get your boss or your manager and tell them to bring some money to apologize to Valon—to apologize to the son of a Baron!" After exchanging glances, two of the heavies silently went inside, while the other two subtly closed in on Nekker and Valon. In response, Nekker's bodyguards stepped forward to face them.
"You poor kid! I heard you had a real lucky streak for a while?"
