Akai Shuichi Was Completely Dumbfounded

"Noah," Irish murmured, repeating the name.

As a professional killer who had spent many years in the underworld, he had seen much and knew much. He could say for certain that there was no major figure in the underground world calling himself Noah who possessed such influence.

At least, not one he knew of.

But not knowing was what made it truly frightening.

The names, identities, and appearances of real big shots—like the boss of The Black Organization and its second-in-command, Rum—were just like this mysterious Mr. Noah: absolutely unknown to the outside world.

Without realizing it, Irish had already come to regard him as an underworld titan on the same level as the elusive Boss Rum.

Perhaps even stronger—

The organization's situation, the Japanese Public Security Bureau's situation, even Irish's own situation—his opponent had demonstrated a complete grasp of them all.

What terrifying intelligence-gathering ability was that?

Just how many informants had Noah and the organization behind Noah planted within the organization, the Public Security Bureau, and around him?

And yet he had never noticed any of it before.

Just thinking about it made Irish's scalp tingle.

"What a terrifying man..."

At this point, Irish no longer dared doubt Noah's initial promise to save him from his predicament.

Such a mysterious, powerful man with reach everywhere might truly be capable of saving him.

But why had the other party sought him out on his own initiative?

There was no such thing as a free lunch.

Irish understood that since the other party had appeared today and saved his life, there had to be something they needed him for afterward.

"Mr. Noah."

"May I ask what the purpose of the organization behind you is?"

"And why did you come looking for me this time?"

Without realizing it, Irish had begun