"Looks like I win again. At this rate, the Inagawa-kai syndicate won't have a single yen left," murmurs a man in his thirties as he slaps four aces down on the table.
He wears an elegant midnight-blue tuxedo, his long black hair slicked back with gel.
Masato Rōga, boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi yakuza syndicate.
Sitting across from him is an equally elegant man at least ten years his senior, dressed in a brick-red suit, with burgundy hair swept to one side and brilliant red eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses.
Lisander Valakis, boss of the Inagawa-kai yakuza syndicate.
"Beginner's luck. I'll win it all back on the next hand, just you watch."
"Pfft... and they say vampires are supposed to be incredibly intelligent. Guess you're the exception that proves the rule," Masato shoots back before bursting into hearty laughter.
"I'm smart enough to know you've just been lucky. Come on, deal the cards."
