When an Arrogant Bastard Meets Someone Ruthless, He Usually Won't Survive More Than Two Chapters!

"Sounds like a big shot..." Misogami's superior's words made Sogo Doma even more amused. "Big shots need lots of people backing them up—fitting, very fitting indeed. But are you timid, or are you simply not afraid of death? If you're timid, you dared to step forward. If you're not afraid of death, you need so many people behind you just to feel safe..."

"Tsk, tsk..." Misogami's superior replied with a cold laugh. "Pretty arrogant, aren't you? But you seem to have gotten one thing wrong. The initiative is in my—"

"You mean the initiative is yours?" Sogo Doma tilted his head. "Why don't you guess whether the people behind you can fire faster, or whether I can pull the trigger faster? Or maybe, like in the movies, you're just a stand-in pushed out front? Or do you think the thing in my hands is just a toy?"

"The last guy who thought it was a toy..." As he spoke, Misogami turned his gaze toward the RPG aimed at him. "Has he already become the barbecue you mentioned?"

"Bingo, you guessed the truth. But that was the barbecue master's handiwork, so it doesn't prove you're smart..." Sogo Doma shrugged.

"I agree with you. After all, I only determined that the thing in your hand was real from the smell of human flesh and... gunpowder."

"The smell of human flesh?" Sogo Doma said thoughtfully.

"Of course. There's no scent in this world more alluring than the smell of human flesh, especially flesh seasoned by gunpowder. That faint aroma of meat, combined with the heavy smell of gunpowder..." Misogami's superior's tone grew feverish. "That irresistible scent... Haa..."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath. "That's the smell. You must understand it, right? We're..." the same kind of people. Only people like them