In a dilapidated house at the outskirts of the city.
The environment around the house was bad. The house was located at the back of old buildings. The smell of sewer nearby and piss on the lane made one felt unpleasant yet one man came knocking on its door. The door was opened in the next second.
"Have you ran out of servants to go at your beck and call?" Goda Yoshiro's eerie laughter filled the spaces of the small house.
"Shut up, you loser!" The middle-aged man bellowed after lowering down the scarf around his face. His expression was grim as he stared daggers at the man in the black outfit, "Now, I've come here. What do you want in exchange for the evidence?"
"Tsk, tsk. You shouldn't be too hasty. Why don't we sit down for tea?" Goda glanced at the table nearby. He smirked, his eyes glinted in mischief, "Ah, I only have beers. Do you mind?"
I used the surname 'Goda' as to how to refer to this man instead of his given name 'Yoshiro' because he's not anyone acquaintance to our leads. It feels weird to call him by his name.
'Yoshiro' means 'happy individual'. In some articles, the name means 'good guy'. What a contrast to his true nature