The northern headquarters of the Bonten gang is on the border with the aggressive Soul Catchers gang. It’s Saturday morning, and dirty sunlight pours in through the large windows of the hallway. Kazutora walked down the corridor, holding a cigarette in his teeth. Another day will pass here, thinking about how he can deal with Mikey.

Ever since he got out of prison, he had been obsessed with this idea. But even considering that they were now in the same gang, Tora still couldn’t find a way or opportunity to do this. And this made him terribly angry. Although now his face was calm.

Hearing a sound behind him, Kazutora stopped and slowly turned around.