"No, you're not Toshio! That useless Toshio would never dare look me straight in the eye like you do, nor could he have such a cold, murderous gaze. Who are you?" Chairman Hyodo's cloudy old eyes widened as he demanded shrilly, full of uncertainty and alarm.
But the pale-faced "Toshio" seemed not to hear him. He turned his head and glanced a few times at the arena strewn with corpses.
Then he approached Chairman Hyodo, his face expressionless.
"Stop! Don't come any closer! Someone, seize this man!"
Chairman Hyodo bristled and glared, shouting at the top of his lungs.
The black-clad bodyguards and Black Emperor Society executives beside him exchanged looks, hesitation in all their eyes.
The person before them was clearly Young Master Toshio, Chairman Hyodo's most beloved grandson and the Black Emperor Society's next chairman. Had the chairman grown so senile that he could no longer recognize his own grandson?
Or had the relationship between grandfather and grandson deteriorated to this extent?
"Chairman, could there be some misunderstanding?" A flash of secret delight crossed Vice Chairman Hosoda's eyes as he made a show of trying to smooth things over.
Thud!
The cane struck Vice Chairman Hosoda mercilessly across the forehead, making him see stars and nearly knocking him unconscious on the spot.
"Quick, seize him! You, and you too! Get him!"
Chairman Hyodo slammed his cane against the ground and roared in fury.
"Our apologies, Young Master Toshio."
"We're only following orders."
The two black-clad bodyguards he had singled out did not dare defy the temperamental Chairman Hyodo. With stony faces, they slowly approached, about to use grappling techniques to subdue Young Master "Toshio."
"Ah!"
"Urgh..."
After two brief screams, the two black-clad bodyguards clutched their throats, their faces contorted in terror. Low, muffled gurgles escaped their mouths