"Something’s off," Ichiban said, his permed hair bouncing as he scanned the street. "The Liumang guys are usually yelling about spicy noodles by now. It’s too quiet."
"Kasuga-san! You have to help," the grunt gasped. "The ‘Collector’ is back. He’s taking the elders." yakuza__like_a_dragon.part10.r...
The neon lights of Isezaki Ijincho hummed with a low, buzzing anxiety. Ichiban Kasuga leaned against a vending machine, nursing a lukewarm Boss Coffee. Beside him, Adachi was complaining about his knees, and Nanba was intently studying a discarded umbrella as if it were a legendary staff. "Something’s off," Ichiban said, his permed hair bouncing