Chapitre 73: Rulebook of the Courier

[Mike. Night.

Belofin Cruise. Waters of Shanshan]

"It's a shame. You should have folded, and your streak could have continued." The burly man in front of me spoke up with a nauseating grin. I simply smiled back and turned my cards up. The man's grin turned into disgusting laughter as he turned his own cards. I was defeated...

... Just as planned.

Rule 1 of the courier (and/or transporter): Never stand out.

"Haha, guess my luck ran out." I chuckled and lifted my scotch. Taking a small gulp, I smiled at the table. "I guess I'll excuse myself for a bit. Get away from poker." I got up from the table and went towards the bar. Just another loser had left the table, nothing else.

When I was boarding the Belofin Cruise to Shanshan, I was on my way to deliver a very special package to an old friend three days before my agreed arrival time. The behavior was unprofessional, but it was acceptable for a friend.