Negotiations with the Balayage gang dragged on. No one wanted to give the territory of the Fuchu City to another. Hanma went up to the second floor of the large restaurant hall rented by Bonten for this event and took out a cigarette. He lit a cigarette, leaning on the railing in the shadows and looking at the people below. His eyes slid lazily over the negotiators as he pondered how he could force his enemies to take his side. Suddenly his gaze somehow lingered on one person for too long.

Interesting~

Hanma chuckled, holding the cigarette to his lips with two fingers. Perhaps he has found his new victim for “experiments” with gaining power over a person.