Hiroshi smiled to himself, savoring the satisfaction of watching someone face the consequences of their reckless behavior.

There was something sweet about it—watching them fall, knowing they had no idea what they were up against. Every decision he made, every action he took, was for the clan. He wasn't just a leader—he was their shield and their sword. He thoroughly enjoyed being the capo. The weight of his position felt heavy at times, but it was a weight he wore with pride.

He nodded for the henchmen to back off; their job was done. They’d managed to track down the stolen goods, but these amateurs couldn’t be trusted for anything beyond a simple task.

Hiroshi stood up, flicking his cigarette to the ground with a casual flick of his wrist. A small ember sizzled out, much like their brief moment of confidence. It was almost too easy. These tough-talking street rats thought they were untouchable—until they met the Kageyama family.

“Grab the bags and move out—now!” he barked, his voice sharp with authority, cutting through the air like a whip. The command left no room for hesitation.