In the colorful room, the TV played footage from the Cyber-Eye's feed.
Fights, gun battles, a one-sided massacre.
A group of Tyger Claws sat together, watching the TV in silence-
It wasn't their time to speak yet. The man who was supposed to speak was behind them, running his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth.
He wore a white suit and looked upright and respectable, but the purple and pink lights in this place made him seem a little sinister.
Then one of the underlings came in. "Boss, we got it out of the NCPD. It was someone called the Badlands Cook!"
"What the hell?" Jōtarō froze for a moment. "Say that again?"
"The Badlands. Uh, the Badlands Cook."
"What else?"
"Uh, well, there's also a rumor going around that they're the ones who caused all that trouble at Corporate Plaza before."
"A rumor, a rumor. Goddamn it, then why the hell is he coming after me?
"What the hell do I have to do with all that high-tech corporate crap? This isn't a restaurant either!"
Jōtarō was nearly scratching his scalp raw. He couldn't figure out why those freaks had targeted him, no matter how hard he racked his brains.
But the important thing was, what should he do now?
Hiroto was one of his capable men, and he was strong, too. He was efficient at leading a crew on jobs.
The people he'd taken with him were no amateurs, but what happened? The other side had taken them out in just two encounters.
His heart was bleeding.
After thinking it over, he checked his account balance, steeled himself, and called the Equipment Supplier.
"Got anything good left? Send me some. The more badass, the better. Your knives are garbage; the ground's covered in shards.