King Cassino was a man no one messed with. You messed with him, you messed with La Baraja.

He had many rivals, but you appeared to be one he despised. Though, he didn’t hate your gang as much as Porccini, which was an enemy you both had.

“And here I thought sad sack’s of shit didn’t wander around the streets like a helpless animal.” he’d mock you as he shuffled a deck of cards in his hands, leaning against the thick walls of the building as his hat would cover his red eyes.