Duanmu Huai opened his eyes and yawned.
"The yakuza really aren't much, huh? Is that it?"
Duanmu Huai neither cared nor worried about the Dojima Family attacking his agency. After all, his agency was essentially a church of the Old Ones. The girls living inside could, in a sense, be considered under the protection of the Great Old Ones. Apart from the goddaughter of a certain Outer God, the Dojima Family would only be courting death if they tried to deal with anyone else.
In fact, Duanmu Huai had already set up a barrier throughout the entire Shopping Street district. Anyone who tried to attack the agency would suffer Mental Pollution after automatically triggering the keywords.
This was actually similar to the curses found in certain occult texts. As long as you heard or learned about them, you would suffer a certain degree of corruption. This was also Duanmu Huai's method. To put it simply, everyone who knew about his agency would, like someone infected with poison, be infected subconsciously by the virus originating from Duanmu Huai's Great Old One. Once they developed hostility toward Duanmu Huai or his agency and acted on it, the virus would be activated.
And then... there was no "then."
Duanmu Huai had placed three layers of protection around his lair: Thousand Eyes, Thousand Howls, and Thousand Tentacles. This was the first time they had taken effect. Originally, Duanmu Huai had wanted to see what would happen. He had not expected these yakuza to be so weak that they could not even get past the first layer, Thousand Eyes... Of course, thinking about it carefully, that was only natural. In Azeroth, those Old Gods had been in a weakened, sealed state, but in Duanmu Huai's hands, they were at full strength.
A few yakuza waving