Predicament

"He's won again."

"See, I told you to he was going to win!"

"Let's hear it one more time for the God of Gamblers!"

Matsuo smirked as the crowd went wild. They cheered and applauded for him and lauded him as a genius. They had no clue that he was getting help from a few friends.

Ghostly figures gathered around the betting table, gliding from left to right. They were Matsuo's spies. They made sure he knew the exact cards that were dealt to each of his opponents.

"It's no big deal," Matsuo shrugged.

As always, the trip to the casino was fruitful. He returned to his new home, a swanky mansion, with a literal bag of cash. He walked through the doors happily, not sparing a second glance at the dozens of spirits that darted around the place.

He was neither fearful or surprised by their presence.

Matsuo turned back when he heard a few rapid knocks on the door. He looked through the peephole and whatever he saw made him smile.