Japan. Tokyo. Somewhere out there, in the slums, it was always dark and damp. Kang Shu was in no hurry to draw conclusions, because everything was calm in the world of mafia and banditry.

Laying out the cards, holding a cigarette between his lips, he and his bodyguards tried to distract themselves from the chaos, but his victim muttered something indistinctly.

"I think I've made myself clear," Kang Shu said calmly and coldly, and then looked at her. "Please be quiet."