Manjiro was in the VIP area of an elite nightclub, relaxing on a soft sofa, rocking a glass of whiskey in his right hand, running his left hand through his hair, combing it back. the Bonten leader sat alone. he doesn't need company. “How tiresome this all is...” the man thought with complete indifference.

Manjiro has long been tired of life and has lost all meaning in it. He is no longer the cheerful teenager he used to be. Being the boss of the biggest criminal organization is quite tiring...