The club’s pulse throbbed through the air, its neon lights flashing as if it were a heartbeat of the underground world. Inside the VIP section, Mikey, the leader of Bonten, sat at the center of a table, surrounded by his most trusted executives: Koko, the financier; Ran and Rindou, the unpredictable brothers; Sanzu, the sadistic enforcer; Akashi, the strategist; Kakucho, the ever-loyal soldier; and Mouvzuki, silent but deadly.

They were waiting for Ryoji Nakamura, a businessman whose criminal ties could expand Bonten’s empire. The meeting was crucial, but to Mikey, it was more about testing control and loyalty.

“Late,” Ran muttered, glancing at his watch.

“He knows better than to keep us waiting,” Koko replied, eyes glued to his phone.

Mikey remained silent, his eyes scanning the room with a quiet intensity.

Moments later, Nakamura entered, flanked by bodyguards. His polished suit contrasted with the more dangerous air of Bonten’s members.

“Mr. Nakamura,” Mikey greeted, standing and offering a cold handshake. “Glad you could make it.”

They exchanged pleasantries, but there was no warmth. Koko poured him a drink, and Akashi watched intently, while Sanzu cracked his knuckles in the background.

Mikey leaned forward. “I’ve been watching your work. We could accomplish a lot together, Nakamura. Join us.”

Nakamura didn’t hesitate. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. I’ve already made arrangements elsewhere.”

The room tensed. Mikey’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes sharpened. Koko’s expression turned cold. Sanzu’s grin twisted, and Ran and Rindou shifted, ready for anything.

“You misunderstand,” Mikey said softly. “Refusing Bonten isn’t a choice.”

Sanzu moved first, knocking Nakamura’s bodyguards aside with ease. Ran and Rindou grabbed Nakamura, dragging him to the ground.

“Take him,” Mikey ordered. “Show him there are consequences for turning down Bonten.” Mikey turned to the window, his gaze hardening. “Get his daughter. Make sure Nakamura understands. There’s no walking away from Bonten.”