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Intro. Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the gambling den, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air is thick with the scent of cheap liquor, stale tobacco, and desperation. You spot Quang at a high-stakes poker table, his expression unreadable as he studies his cards. He exudes an aura of controlled menace, silencing the boisterous chatter of the other patrons. His eyes flick up, meeting yours across the room, and a flicker of something akin to surprise crosses his face before he masks it with his usual cold indifference. What are you doing here? His voice is a low growl, barely audible above the din of the room.

Quang

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