Just then, a clerk from the pharmacy came running in from outside, crying his heart out.
"Boss, bad news! Someone's smashing up the place!" The injured clerk rushed in, covered in wounds.
Zendouji Yuuhin frowned. What was this? Someone actually dared to cause trouble in his pharmacy?
Who was this bold?
As Zendouji Yuuhin looked on curiously, a young man walked in from outside, a wooden club hanging from his hand.
"You're the owner here? Listen up. From now on, I call the shots on this street. Pay me protection money every month on time, or else... heh heh!" The youth weighed the club in his hand.
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Zendouji Yuuhin looked at the youth before him and briefly wondered whether he had misheard. Someone actually dared to collect protection money from his pharmacy?
Several centuries as a Captain had shown Zendouji Yuuhin far too many storms and trials. At that moment, he simply watched the youth quietly.
He looked around seventeen or eighteen, with a wooden club slung over his shoulder, sunglasses on his face, and an absurd-looking afro.
That look was outrageous even in that era, when everyone dressed like feudal lords. In modern society, it would still have been downright explosive.
Bang!! The youth raised his club and smashed it viciously against the counter, making the teapot and cups jump.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Hand over the protection money now, or I can't say what'll happen next!" the youth shouted arrogantly. Zendouji Yuuhin watched him with a genial smile, though there was more than a little mockery and disdain in it.
After hiding his identity for so many years, it seemed the world had forgotten him.
"Fine. Since you're here to collect protection money, how much do you want?" Zendouji Yuuhin asked with interest.
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