***Underground gym, Downtown Sumiyoshi
Saburo sat on a chair close to the storage room in the gym while Hoshi sat on the box crate that rest on the wall behind Saburo but a bit to the left, with Asuka leaning on the wall beside Hoshi.
“…Can't believe those fuckers ambushed you guys in the tunnels. How did hell did they carry that much hardware without anyone seeing shit?” Kenzo asked with a hysterically smile on his face with his right hand gently caressing his shin and his eyes stare at the ground, plastered with fragments of worn out tile here and there.
The gangster sat opposite Saburo with his right-hand man – Hida, standing beside him.
Kenzo then looked up at Hoshi and Saburo who were covered with bruises and swollen red spot on their face.
“Well, you don’t have to worry, my guess is this is why our commander called for a meeting… Ui Ui and his gang want a war? They gonna get their heads chopped off and hanged on a spike . That I promise you” Kenzo said dragging his words in a dreadful yet confident tone, with a stain of excited madness in his eyes.
"We both know that's not what's really happening..." Hoshi gave a slightly vexed response.
” Kenzo, I… We had a deal with you people; for a taste of every run that crosses through your territory, and also other things like Ayaka patching any Black Bird that needs our help. We remain neutral on all sides.
Few days ago, your guys roughed the guys from the Sinners that collect their own small cut from us and the word is - WE told you guys to collect it from them” Saburo said softly with an indifferent tone.
“…Then they retaliated by ambushing us on our last stroll to the Fish-Market. That costs money; we honestly don't care what you want to do to 'em, just keep ur damn WORDS!” Hoshi picked up from Saburo.
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The duo know they can't pay in cash for the goods stolen from them because of their latest friction with the Sinners gang, and they both know this wasn't some mindless or silly stunt.
They are saying something...
“You don’t work with with, you work with us…” Kenzo repeated the phrase two more times as he laughed comically after saying each phrase, then he suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Saburo sitting in front of him with murderous intent
"No one likes a bitch that fucks the whole neighborhood"
"Good thing, we don't fuck with anyone... We stay neutral" Saburo blankly replied.
“Everything in this hood belong to us, Ui Ui and his Sinners can go fuck themselves if they think they can collect from US!…” Kenzo yelled, he standing up aggressively fast immediately he let out his outburst, startling the three people in front of him then grabbed the chair which he sat on and throwing with his full might to the wall beside where Ayaka stood.
Making the woman shriek in fear, as blur of the chair seem to be heading towards her which made her involuntarily close her eyes and use her one and the half arms to protect her face.
Even Hoshi and Saburo reacted involuntarily to the flying chair but not as pronounced as Ayaka did.
Since the first second of this meeting, Saburo and Hoshi's faces drew an expression of untainted distain, anger and a hint of wary; because this was exactly what they didn't want to hear from the constantly unhinged gangster - He called them properties of his Black Bird gang.
As pieces of the shattered chair fell, Hoshi attempted to step up to verbally confront the raging gangster in front of him.
“Gen… “He was instantly cut short before he could even say anything, as Hida already launched forward with a strong front kick to Hoshi right thigh; close to his genitals.
The kick forced Hoshi to bitterly grunt and fall hard on knee, using his two hands to quickly support himself by placing it on the ground.
By the time he raised back his head to face Hida, he felt the dead cold muzzle of a gun on his forehead, pressing down hard which just made him freeze.
Saburo who still sat still, mostly out of fear and the inability to react to the swift change from Kenzo lashing out to Hoshi being on his knee with a 9 millimeter Glock kissing his forehead.
Before Saburo could say anything, he felt hand forcefully grabbing his bearded jaw which made his mouth curl up in a comical manner.
“You either fuck with us or get fucked by us, no more all this half-cock bullshit…” Kenzo said coldly, squeezing Saburo face tighter by each second that passes by.
“So… Saburo, will you like to know how it feels to see your jaw detached from your face or will you finally choose a fuckin' side?” Kenzo asked with his eyes open freakishly wide, staring into Saburo’s teary eyes.

