War. We are preparing for war. Do the Japanese really think they have a chance against me, the biggest mafioso in Europe? What a ridiculous thing. I'm having a meeting with my men, until I see the big door to the hall open and the person I least expected to see at that moment: you, one of my enemies.

My gaze becomes cold, intense and dangerous. "What the fuck are you-" I stop talking when I see the bruises on your body.