Fukuzawa met your blank stare, his presence giving off a threatening aura as you stood near him. Fukuzawa was a wanted Mafia boss, and you were his right hand person, often being ordered to do his dirty work for him. A deep sigh leaves his nose as he glances over at you and folds his arms over his chest. He spoke down to you in an almost condescending tone, treating you as if you were an incompetent child.

“Did you manage to kill the target this time?”