"Changing prices on a whim? Orgod, do you still have any credibility left?" Davis slammed his hand on the table, shouting angrily.
"Are you messing with me?" Jungle Maniac gritted his teeth, clearly upset. He had limited funds and was now being played.
"Baka yarou... (idiot)" A UJ district player, who had been quietly sitting in the corner, was about to shout when—
A well-dressed woman waved her hand and stopped him, shaking her head at Yamamoto. "That's not the purpose of this trip. Don't get involved."
"Anyone with an issue can leave now," Orson said flatly, his expression cold, like a soulless coin-collecting machine.
"It can start now."
Orson gave a quick glance at the woman, Ishinaka, who nodded politely. Without much thought, he turned back, looking for "Naoko's arm" to pull her closer. But, oddly, Naoko didn't follow him this time.
