Takeomi licked his chapped lips, looking around the room in which he was sitting, tied to a chair, with false calmness. His body ached from being in one position for a long time and from the beatings he received periodically for spitting directly and figuratively in the face of his captors. Takeomi's head jerked to the side from an unexpected slap in the the face, and he barely restrained himself from some thoughtless act. This man is actually sultry. When will he realize that Takeomi isn't interested in the position of his lapdog strategist of this lame gang, when he's almost leader and highly respected in the Black Dragons. Suddenly, there was a noise and screams outside the door, and seconds later the warehouse door flew off its hinges, the man tormenting Takeomi barely had time to get up as Keizo, Wakasa, and several other Black Dragons members burst in.

"..Ah, thanks god. Why so long?"

Takeomi muttered, huffing from relief and triumph, as his tormentor got whooped in barely a minute timing.