Phoenix Nightclub.
Jōtarō suddenly took a deep drag of a drug called Glitter.
Ebara supported his boss, Saitō, leaning against the wall as they stood at the nightclub entrance.
"You, 'Demon' of the Tyger Claws. You told me you could handle kidnapping an ordinary person, and you couldn't even do that?"
"We did our best. The enemy was strong." Ebara shook his head. "They also had a heavily armored vehicle."
The veins on Jōtarō's forehead bulged. He smiled, but there was something intimidating about it.
"Legendary Mackinaw, is that it? Are you going to tell me that Mackinaw is unbeatable, too? If that car's really so damn good, why doesn't MaxTac drive Mackinaws?"
"I'm not lying, and I didn't slack off. Please treat Saitō."
Ebara set Saitō down beside him, then prostrated himself on the ground.
"Treat him?"
Jōtarō took a rifle from one of his men and opened fire!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-
Bullets struck Saitō's already mangled body, sending chunks of flesh, cyberware debris, and all kinds of unidentifiable fluids flying.
Hearing the gunfire, Ebara raised his head. He stared at his big brother, shot to pieces beside him, and froze.
Blade swung his sword, whipping up a gale!
The Katana was at Jōtarō's throat almost instantly!
But Jōtarō wasn't fazed in the slightest. His expression was cold as he held up his phone in his left hand. Surveillance footage played on the screen, showing a woman tied to a chair.
"Julia, right? She's a bitch.
"You think the boss doesn't know you're plotting to betray the gang?
"If I hadn't told the boss we could keep this bitch around, you'd all be meeting the King of Hell by now!"
Jōtarō kicked Ebara in the stomach. His wounds burst open, and blood ran out.
"Fuck you! You talk such a big