Humanity's capacity for romance was limited.
Guns and cannons were known as a man's romance...
Yet when that kind of romance was hauled out of a basement modified by his own son, Keiryu Doma felt his head throbbing. He barely managed to have the butler prepare blood pressure medicine, and only felt a little better after swallowing it in one gulp.
It turned out the Desert Eagle was nothing—when anyone saw a room filled with AK-47s, M416s, Gatling Bodhisattvas, YES, and RPGs... they would think the same way.
Watching crate after crate of weapons being carried out, Keiryu Doma felt the blood pressure the medicine had just lowered beginning to rise again.
Sensing that his body was not quite stable, Keiryu Doma hurriedly instructed the butler, "Prepare some fast-acting heart pills. I have a feeling this isn't so simple."
At first, the butler thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
But Keiryu Doma had, after all, been father and son with Sogo Doma for over a year. Sure enough, when the anti-tank mortars came out, Keiryu Doma's heart pills came in handy.
Japan was a country with extremely strict gun control. Even police officers, a profession that dealt in violence... might never fire a single shot in their lives.
And the Doma Family? Put nicely, they were a financial conglomerate. But that was only in the eyes of ordinary people. To truly powerful forces, the Doma Family was merely a minor family living under the shade of its predecessors.
If this matter were exposed—damn it, a minor family was secretly stockpiling so many weapons. What were they trying to do?
Defy the current policies? Express dissatisfaction with the rule of the Four Great Families? Rebel?
Forget the domestic backlash—even the Bald Eagle would probably call. Of course,