"You are going to stick with me until I get tired of you."
Their first meeting was a disaster.
Arrogant, no direction in life, huge money spender. Gulf Kanawut doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever he wants.
So drunk one night, Mew...
Mew was every bit of kind to him. If he says he wants to eat freshly caught salmon to be made into sashimi, he would comply even if it's in the middle of the night. Their two-week stay in Macau was the best experience he had had in his life. Everything was expensive and free. Everything was grand. Mew even let him play at the casino at Grand Lisboa. This was exactly what he wants when he graduates. A full life of luxury without worrying how to get money. He even planned to marry an older and rich woman. Surely he isn't dreaming?
"Royal flush." Mew laid out his cards and all of his opponents grumbled in distress, placing their losing cards on the table. This has been the third time Mew had won a set.
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"You're good at this!" Gulf whispered excitedly. He was sitting at the arm of Mew's chair. The ones playing are millionaires, some of them with muses. "How are you doing that?! You almost lost earlier."
Mew smiled smugly at the praise. "Psychology. You need to be the beast all throughout the game even with just one fang."
Gulf's math-challenged brain computed that Mew had gained an additional half a million in a mere hour. That's almost equivalent to the money he had lend to Boat.
"Why are we wearing masks?" Gulf scratched his nose. Since they stepped in here, Mew had required to wear these opera-like masks. They were not out of place though. Some guests are also wearing it.
"For identity protection. You do realize I am a public figure and if I get caught gambling, I'll be in serious trouble?"
"Then it should just be you! Why do I need to wear it too?"
Mew rolled his eyes. Gulf is intensely dimwitted sometimes. "What if someone recognizes you and links it to me? We can't risk anything here. Even the clothes you wear today can't be worn again. We don't want any leads."
Gulf thought Mew was just being paranoid.
"Public figure my foot." He muttered, making faces. He grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter's tray and drank it in one.
"Act normal." Mew warned.
"This is normal!" he rebutted.
"You're asking why we are wearing this? Look behind you."
Gulf almost dropped the glass he was holding. Max and Tul were exploring every slot machine there is. They heard Max laugh out loudly as Tul hit jackpot.
