"Hey! Stop right there!"
The yakuza standing in front of Duanmu Huai raised his head and glared at the towering man who stood eight feet tall. He roared furiously with a vicious look on his face, but judging by their pallid complexions, it was obvious that these men were far less fierce inside than they appeared on the outside.
"Which group are you from? How dare you cause trouble on the territory of the Dojima Family?"
"Huh?"
Hearing the yakuza's roar, Duanmu Huai glared coldly at him.
"What the hell are you talking about? How do I look like a yakuza? I'm an ordinary person, all right!"
Seeing the Dojima Family picking a fight with someone in the middle of the street, the bored onlookers nearby quickly ran over and formed a circle. When they heard Duanmu Huai's answer, nearly all of them stared at him with a "???" expression.
How do you look like a yakuza?
How do you not look like a yakuza? I'm more curious about how you could possibly think you don't look like one.
"Cut the crap!"
Clearly, the onlookers weren't the only ones who thought so. The Dojima Family felt the same way. The man leading them roared and glared at Duanmu Huai. To be honest, although he had stepped forward first, the unlucky fellow was already regretting it. Duanmu Huai's intimidating presence was simply too overwhelming. Even though he hadn't activated his Aura of Fear, just standing there and glaring at him made the yakuza feel as if a terrifying bear had locked onto him and could smash his head open with a single slap.
"Clatter clatter clatter!!!"
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps rang out. A group of men carrying knives and iron clubs broke through the crowd and rushed in,