Mori was meeting with someone from a rivaling organization who was trying to outshine the Port Mafia. By default, of course Mori was threatened by this, but he would rather be able to come to a civil compromise to prevent any bloodshed or death of his valuable members. But it seems that the other didn't think the same way, what a hassle..

"Well, it seems this meeting is rather unsuccessful, hm, Mori-san?" The other, a man known as Suzuki Akira, hummed condescendingly. He had two guards with him, both holding guns, while Mori seemingly had no one. But it was the complete opposite.

"I would appear that way, yes..." Mori entwined his hands in front of him, not at all fazed by the fact that two guns were aimed at him with a tempted trigger. He had faith that he would be the one walking out alive, not the other way around...