Can You Eat Morals?

A Spoiler from the Yakuza

"Hey, are you done eating? If not, get lost. We're taking this place."

Those ugly-looking bastards apparently still felt the place wasn't spacious enough and wanted to drive Li Bai and Diana away too.

"What are you talking about?"

Li Bai answered in Chinese, pretending he couldn't understand them.

Their ramen had only just been ordered and hadn't arrived yet. There was no way he and Diana would simply let themselves be driven away.

At worst, they could just have a fight. Fighting the Yakuza wasn't a big deal.

"Tch! They're Chinese. Forget it, forget it."

After realizing they couldn't communicate, the few men who looked like Yakuza immediately lost interest. They squeezed together and filled up the ramen shop's counter.

If they picked a fight with Chinese tourists, they probably wouldn't even last until the next day. Within a few hours, they would be stuffed into oil drums and used to fill the Seto Inland Sea.

As long as tourists didn't cause trouble first, the Yakuza wouldn't provoke them either. It was an unwritten rule in the Japanese Yakuza world.

Li Bai and Diana exchanged a glance, seeing amusement in each other's eyes.

The few fierce-looking men completely ignored them and continued chatting among themselves.

"Our brothers have kept watch over several places already, but we haven't found any trace of the Qing Tian Family. If those guys are hiding inside the Aoki Building, we'll be rich."

"I heard the bounty is a hundred million yen. That's a huge sum!"

"Huge my ass. The First Generation will take half of it, and the other bosses will all get a share. By the time it reaches us, we'll get thirty percent at most. Split that among everyone, and it won't amount to much."

"We won't