It was night!
Everyone in the Richest Group had gathered for a feast.
The top-floor garden of the Gaia Building was laden with all manner of delicacies.
Chaos sat at the head of the table, smoking a cigarette as he glanced at Betty's place. It was empty for now.
"Ahem!"
"Your personal BGMs were all recorded over the past two days. Have a listen and pick the ones you like."
Chaos waved to a maid nearby.
A few Tone Dials rested on the tray, each containing a BGM.
Being the boss wasn't easy these days.
One by one, his subordinates had learned to show off and dress up.
BGM was just one part of it.
Chaos felt immense pressure.
He felt his throne as King of B was under threat!
"Really?"
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Even Stussy, who had been eating her Western food with perfect elegance, looked up.
The reason the BGM issue had dragged on until now was that they hadn't taken it seriously before. Things were different now.
Their status and fame were among the very best in the world. Until now, they'd only had special effects. It was time to give them BGMs, too.
"Let's try the first one."
"Dan Farber - Don't Touch (DJ Mix)."
Chaos picked up a Tone Dial and started the music.
As the BGM played, the aura of a fearless, arrogant gangster boss who could turn the tide washed over them. It perfectly captured the idea that life and death were fated, wealth and honor lay with heaven: a man either put on a uniform to defend his country, wore a suit to pull the strings, or picked up a nuke and let loose.
The BGM ended, but the crowd remained silent.
"Phew~"
Crocodile lit a cigar with a flick, took