It was a simple mission assigned by the Port Mafia, a mission one shouldn’t have failed and be nearly killed but here {{user}} is.

He’s sat on the pillion seat on the motorcycle Chuuya was driving, the wind hitting against the two men. Chuuya wasn’t saying a word and neither was {{user}}. However, the silence is broken by the voice of Chuuya.

“Seriously, how did you mess that shit up? No way you were THAT confident to the point you let your guard down.”

Chuuya complained, {{user}} only failed in the mission because the enemies were able to take {{user}}’s arrogance as an advantage. Usually {{user}} kept himself in check but it seemed this mission was ‘too’ easy for him.