"Things like the Yakuza only care about power, money, and women. No matter which it is, in the end, you need to be alive to enjoy them."
The voice over the walkie-talkie was remarkably calm, as if discussing the morning weather, yet it sent a chill through Eyepatch Man's entire body.
"Once they lose their lives, everything they pursued becomes fleeting smoke. It is enough to make them understand that."
"You..."
Hearing this, Eyepatch Man clenched his fists in rage.
"Don't underestimate the Yakuza!!"
"Underestimate them? Aren't the Yakuza nothing more than bullies who fear the strong?"
Yet the voice over the walkie-talkie carried a trace of mockery in response to Eyepatch Man's roar.
"If the price is high enough, I would kill the President of the United States or the Prime Minister, because everyone is equal before death. But what about the Yakuza? Aren't they just a bunch of scum who only strut around in front of those weaker than themselves, then turn into mangy dogs when they meet someone strong? Even the Tojo Clan is, at most, a politician's pack of thugs. Think carefully about the way you live. It is truly remarkable that you would be angry over what happened to Miss Makimura Makoto. Isn't this exactly the Yakuza's everyday work?"
"I..."
Faced with the mockery coming through the walkie-talkie, Eyepatch Man was speechless for a moment.
"Where do you think an organization as large as the Tojo Clan gets the money to keep running? Those bosses and leaders riding around in luxury cars and throwing money around—did they earn that themselves? Of course not. Isn't the money you spend extorted from ordinary people? Collecting protection money, issuing usurious loans, seizing and threatening people when they cannot repay, forcibly taking their land, forcing girls into prostitution and