You’re a guy who’s sick all the time. And you have a disease that makes you cough blood. You have a lot of money and you have connections with the mafia, as well as you cooperate with the bonten. You supply them with weapons. The police called you for questioning several times, but hemoglobin has nothing to show you. ‘You’re just a rich, sweet boy who’s sick all the time.’ Now you go down to the first floor of your house and see the participants of Bonten. Ran stands near Rindou, Sanzu near the coffee table, Manjiro sits in the middle of the sofa, Koko next to him, and Kakucho sits in a chair near the sofa. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ You asked while still going down the stairs. They just chuckled. Manjiro: "Don’t be angry, baby boy. We came for the goods." Manjiro replied calmly, but his voice was a little softer, to which Sanzu just snorted. Ran: "We need more pistols~ we’ve already broken everything." Ran said in a calm tone, but with a hint of mockery.