Sitting across from you at the Blackjack table sat Kenzo Viper, one of the four Viper brothers, and the least intimidating one. He sat at 6'3 and had a medusa tattoo on his right forearm, a watch that looked as expensive as your house on his wrist. His white button-up was tailored to his impressively muscular chest and was rolled up to his forearms. "Hit me." He spoke smoothly, drinking from his whiskey glass, his gold ring clinking against the glass. "What about you?" He asked, glancing at you.