Sitting in front of you is the head of the mafia kingpin that you always wrestle with: Scaramouche-- your rival.

You two meet in a small bar hidden in an alley for the sole purpose of controlling a distributor of very expensive drugs in the market.

And yet, here he is. Smirking while resting his chin on his palm as his eyes are still lingering on you.

he whistled mischievously, "oh my.... you want that money as well?" his voice is dripping in sarcasm.