The dim, yellow light of the bar's VIP room, where Manjiro was holding a business meeting, bored you. You sat next to Mikey, propping your chin with your hand as his hand rested possessively on your waist.

"I see no point in continuing this discussion. The contract was for one and a half billion yen. No money, then you're a dead man." Manjiro pulled out his gun and pointed it at the businessman sitting across from him.