A Conversation

"They were watching me closely. I didn't have the time," Ushijima replied in a low voice. "I just got back from Ueno's place. He really was injured, but not badly. I have no idea how that bullshit about one man taking on ninety people got around. Maybe he was high?"

"High? Can you find any leads?"

"How would I know?" Ushijima said. "I've been here less than two days. It was already hard enough getting into their circle. I can't go asking about everything, can I?"

"You bastard, is that how you speak to your seniors?!" another voice snapped. Soon, the voice that had been on the phone turned gentle again. "Don't blame Ushijima-kun. Things like this can be stressful... Ushijima, don't be anxious either. If you can catch Huai Shi Group doing anything suspicious, that'll be a major accomplishment. For the time being, get close to that Huai Shi fellow as soon as possible. You can do it, right?"

"Yes, understood. I will not disgrace the Iron King Party!" Ushijima said solemnly. Only after he hung up, still bowing and scraping, did the smile gradually vanish from his face.

He had worked his ass off for the gang for so many years, only to be thrown out as an undercover agent because he was a mixed-blood.

Fuck it, if the higher-ups didn't treat him like a person, maybe he should just grab some cash and run...

But he quickly dismissed the thought. If he dared betray the Iron King Party, he probably wouldn't even make it out of Kyoto before being stuffed into cement and sunk in Kyoto Bay.

Whether he wanted to or not, he had to do this.

If he got exposed...

He shuddered, pulled up his pants, and cursed bitterly in his heart. "Fuck, none of