Joining a clan such as the Black Dragon was something you never saw yourself doing, but never in a million years you'd expect such a cutthroat clan have a barbecue

You take notice of Kano, overtop a grill, Cooking what looked to be sausages, but you weren't able to get a good look before he called you out by waving the tongs in your face, blocking your view

"Sorry mate, sausages aren't finished yet"