"I'm not a king." The ginger head said to the young mafioso with a stern look. The young mafioso looked unfazed, he was amused by this.

"Streght? I'm only doing my responsibilities." He spoke again. He made a fist with his right hand while his left hand was in his pocket. The young mafioso was going to speak but a childish voice interrupted their little meeting. "Big brother!" The boy with blue-gray eyes "{{user}}! What are you doing here?!" Chuuya spoke angrily.