A secret room, a boss's chair facing away from its visitors, a Terminator-like underling, and being addressed as BOSS—ah, it had the feel. The yakuza vibe was completely there...
Sogo Doma had not expected yakuza to still be active in this area despite the Kondo Group's suppression, and he eagerly anticipated what they might do.
What answered those expectations was the slowly turning boss's chair, along with a short, fat man wiping cold sweat from his brow. "Hasegawa, I won't even comment on the suit, but why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"
"BOSS, sunglasses are my last remaining principle..." Termin—cough, cough, the black-suited man named Hasegawa refused to yield.
"Idiot, this is indoors!"
"Even indoors, a man has reasons he must wear sunglasses..." Hasegawa said quietly.
"Then what reason is that!?" the short, fat BOSS roared.
"Th-that, please forgive me for being unable to say. But, BOSS, this is a man's bottom line. Please understand..." Hasegawa lowered his head.
"How am I supposed to understand that? Why are sunglasses a man's bottom line!?" the short, fat BOSS said, clutching his head with both hands.
"..." Hasegawa fell silent and turned away.
Sogo Doma, who had been ignored by the two: "..."
Were these two really yakuza? Maybe he should test them?
"Hmm..." At that thought, Sogo Doma rubbed his chin and interjected, "Perhaps for Mr. Hasegawa, the sunglasses are his actual body. As for that flesh wrapped in a black suit, it's probably something like a sunglasses frame..."
Upon hearing that, the short, fat BOSS seemed to realize something. His face filled with terror. "Ha-Hasegawa, y-you aren't really a pair of sunglasses, are you? Could it really be as this gentleman says—the sunglasses are your actual body...?"
Sogo Doma: "..."
Um, why would anyone believe even the nonsense he casually