H8 Megabuilding, top floor, Clouds VIP Club.
The television showed scene after scene of explosions. Jōtarō's hypocritical face was incredibly grim at that moment, all traces of his usual ease gone.
He had only one thought: this was too outrageous.
This was the first time he'd been threatened by name like this. Before, he was always the one calling for someone's head or demanding that someone make a video.
But this time was different. He'd been singled out, and it wasn't an ordinary callout:
The other party had called him out directly on Channel 54 News, along with all sorts of news outlets, big and small. The whole city knew about it, and the commotion was enormous.
Even he wouldn't dare pull something like this.
But if this sort of thing happened to an ordinary person, Jōtarō would only find it laughable. Make this much noise, and NCPD would come out and wipe them off the map without even needing to make up a reason.
It wasn't the first time someone had found out his name, nor the first time someone had cursed him and said they'd kill him.
He'd dealt with plenty of NCPD officers, too. He'd killed all the brain-dead civilians who angrily came knocking to demand justice for their children, brothers, and sisters-
This time was different.
A brain-dead gang with a brain-dead name had called him out. He'd sent the gang after them, contacted NCPD, and even spent a fortune bringing in Arasaka as a sponsor.
But so far, those three maniacs had killed over a hundred Tyger Claws, shot down dozens of drones, taken out a helicopter, and broken through NCPD's defenses-
Now they were in Westbrook, coming for him!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Jōtarō jumped up, losing his composure as he paced frantically.
He was