A total of more than twenty external personnel were gathered in the room. There was an investment advisor of the hotel, employees of Silverman from Panama, and people from two accounting and legal teams that Leon and I had hired on an urgent basis. 

“What the hell are you doing? Are you high on drugs?” Leon’s business partner was pissed.

 Leon answered somewhat dejectedly, “Don’t ask me anything. My brain is already overloaded.”

His partner snarled, “How are you going to manage when you give them all your shares?” 

“The management remains the same,” Leon replied vaguely.

“That’s fucking bullshit, you piece of crap. What kind of dangerous gambling have you done to make things this bad?” The business partner raised his voice.

“...”

He continued, “Whatever. Private gambling is illegal anyway, so we don’t have to carry out this deal in the first place. Why are you so scared of that Asian jerk? Leave it to me. I’ll handle it.”

“No, never. Don’t meddle. Who are you calling?”

“LYMPD(Las Vegas Police Department),” the partner answered.

“I told you not to butt in!” Leon shouted and took away his partner’s phone.

“Give it back to me right now.”

“Just go back...