Exerting just enough strength to overpower them, the male grabbed the two bouncers by their heads before slamming them together. Shaking both hands away in satisfaction, the mercenary straightened the wrinkles in his clothes before speaking at the boss. ”Well then… Now that I have your attention. I’d like to make a proposal to the oyabun of the Baishan” Kenzo bowed politely as per Joyan tradition. The Baishan was definitely of Joyan origin, following the laws of the famous yakuza organizations. What Kenzo had done was risky, but ultimately it had been the easiest way to reach the boss.
After rising his head, the blue haired male took his ring back from one of the unconscious gorillas and secured it in his finger. At the same time, the male took out the gambling chips he’d won out of the gangsters below and presented them to the boss. ”To be completely honest, my intention was never to get any money from this revered established. I merely figured that perhaps this would be the fastest way to get an audience with the boss.” Kenzo finished with a cheeky smile.
Through all this time the oyabun had remained silent. The man sported a pair of sunglasses, a large Cuban cigar and a discreet pompadour. He was smartly dressed, not too flashy like the mobsters beneath him, but more in a way that exuded that leadership aura. However, the flashiness his clothing lacked was more than made up by the amount and quality of the jewelry that he was using. Both in rings and golden and silver bracelets. After taking out a large puff from the smoke, the boss finally burst into laughter. ”BWAHAHAHA!! I like your style kid. I assume you’ve come knowing that if you waste my time you won’t leave breathing?”
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