"Tokyo Police! Turn around and hands up in the air!"
The police? What the hell is the police doing in the most shady district of Tokyo?
"I said turn around and hands up in the air!"
"Don't make me fucking shoot you!"
I obliged. I turned around and in my sight, two police officers in a casual clothes are pointing their gun at me.
They call themselves the police yet their badges could not be found anywhere on their clothes.
"Don't make me repeat myself!"
"I said HANDS UP!"
I scoffed
Unfazed and confident, I ask them
"Where are your badges, officers?"
The two police officers grunted in anger
"You question our authority, you murderous bastard!?" The police officer with loud mouth angrily asked
"Don't worry, we will show you our badges once we apprehend you." The quiet police officer said
I scoffed again.
"You think we won't shoot you just because we're police officers?" The police with the loud mouth angrily said
"Heh."
"Yeah, you will because genuine and servicing cops dont shoot." I confidently said
The police officer didn't utter words but their faces tell me they have the intention of shooting me.
As I slowly approach them, they keep on tightening their grips on their hands.
"While corrupt ones shoot." I muttered with a smirk on my face
My judgment was right, I could see in their faces. The face of a man who's already itching to pull the trigger and he's seconds away to murder the man that's standing in front of him.
As they're about to pull the trigger, someone shouted behind my back again
"Lieutenant Yoshida, that's enough!"
A man with deep, old yet so sophisticated and clear voice.
The two police officers sighed in dissatisfaction
"Lower your gun!" The man behind me shouted again
They lowered the gun as they were told to do so.
"Son of a bitch!" Lieutenant Yoshida angrily muttered while still glaring at me with a killing intention
The quiet police officer then smiled at me sympathetically
"Looks like luck saved your life today, pal." The quiet officer mocked me
Lieutenant Yoshida angrily grunted again
"I assure you, luck won't save you next time, asshole!" Yoshida angrily threatened
The quiet cop chuckled
"Come on, lieutenant, we will hear him cry in pain soon." The quiet one said
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Yoshida impatiently exclaimed
The two corrupt police officers hurriedly left the scene
I look into the witnessing crowd and I could see in their faces that they also hoped I'd kill those two corrupt officers after they witnessed how I mercilessly killed those Yakuza members.
"All right, men! Those bodies need a disposal action and I want these people to stop meddling into my affairs." The man behind my back ordered his men
The crowd got dispersed quickly as soon as they heard the man's order.
"And, you, good sir." The mysterious man called me
I turned around and a sophisticated, tall, full bearded, old man standing in front of the deluxe nightclub. He wears a lavish white tuxedo and he's surrounded by a dozen of towering, jacked and armed to the teeth masked men.
He smiled and waved at me as if we're some kind of old friends. Weird.
"On behalf of the Yakuza, I would like to beg your forgiveness for the actions my men had shown you earlier." The old man bowed
"My name is Kito Kojima, I pledged my service and became part of the most powerful Yakuza family in Japan." The old man added while he bows
I scoffed
"You speak English as if you were born in a native English-speaking country, huh? So, whom do you serve" I bluntly asked in front of his many towering and jacked bodyguards
His towering bodyguards grunted in anger and they're all glare at me with malicious and hostile intent
"Even your bodyguards know English. I assume they're not Japanese? If not, they're ex-special forces or mercenaries." I confidently said
Kojima chuckled
"You're a meticulous man, Mister... Should you tell me your name and allow me to call it?" Kojima asks for my name.
I shook my head to deny him my name
"I assure you, I have no intention of spreading your name among my men and in our organization." Kojima reassures
I scoffed again and walk towards him with confident and unfazed manner.
"You're a scum, Mr. Kojima but I could sense you're one honorable and sophisticated scum so I'll give you something that they usually call me in a daily basis."
"I'm the dawning devil, Mr.Kojima." I whisper it to him
"And that name you should spread among your men and in your scum organization."
"Also, I do not reason nor speak with a scum, you should consider yourself lucky, Mr.Kojima."
Kojima didn't respond but his bodyguards are ready to settle physical altercations with me.
"I hope I never get to see you again, Mr.Kojima." I greeted him goodbye with a tap on his shoulder
I turned back and left.
Kojima didn't utter a word but he's in deep thought.
"Boss, why didn't you give the order, I swear I can take that guy with one punch." One bodyguard said with a disappointed tone in his voice
"Yeah, I don't believe he just killed your men with ease. I mean look at those bodies, they were puny and weak." Another bodyguard said
"Enough!" Kojima blurted out
"We can't harm this man because that's what the Mistress has ordered us to do." Kojima clearly explained
"That's a load of bullshit!
"Unfuckingreal, boss!"
"She told you to follow her order while her lowlife, puny Yakuza men can't? One bodyguard asked with confusion
Kojima chuckled
"The Mistress knows he has an appetite of a devil so she feeds him souls and she will feed him continuously."