What the hell kind of place is this?
Standing in the gas station, Kuse Daisaku frowned deeply, a wave of unease rising in his heart.
Although he rarely came to Shopping Street, he had some impression of the place. Yet the Shopping Street before him felt both familiar and strange. At first glance, it did seem to be the Shopping Street he knew, but looking closer, he realized it seemed to be an entirely different place.
"Boss..."
At that moment, the driver and the other two underlings took baseball bats from the trunk and came before Kuse Daisaku.
"All right, hurry up and smash open that damn door, get the power running, and then fill up the tank!"
"Yes, sir."
After hearing Kuse Daisaku's order, the other three hurriedly carried their bats to the gas station's tightly locked front door. They raised their bats and smashed away at it, breaking the lock in no time. Then they took their flashlights and went inside.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings."
Kuse Daisaku withdrew his gaze and snorted. Then he leaned against the car. He had wanted to light a cigarette, but remembering that this was a gas station, he ultimately abandoned the idea.
He merely leaned against the car and glanced around in boredom.
The more he examined his surroundings, the more Kuse Daisaku felt that something was wrong.
He spent most of his time in Kamurocho and was not very familiar with the situation around Shopping Street. He had only ever passed through the area.
But now that he looked carefully, Kuse Daisaku realized this place was nothing like Shopping Street. Or rather, the buildings around him looked like Shopping Street at first glance, but the more closely he looked, the less they resembled it.
Not only that, the buildings looked as