Tokyo Haneda International Airport, bathed in bright sunshine.
Shingen Yashida stepped out of a Japanese luxury car and respectfully bowed to Sean, who was preparing to board his flight, utterly disregarding the shocked look in the driver's eyes behind him.
He had already learned of Ichiro Yashida's true fate and heard about the massive explosion near Yokohama. Having uncovered everything through secret channels, Shingen Yashida naturally did not dare put on an arrogant air.
The young man before him not only had close ties to the sole leader of The Hand, but had also quietly emerged as the final victor. His style and decisive methods inspired fear from the depths of one's heart.
As the eldest legitimate son of a great family, Shingen Yashida knew how to read the room. He understood that he needed to leave a good impression, so he not only humbled himself but also prepared a gift.
"This is my daughter, Mariko. She has long admired Mr. Sipes and hopes you will allow her to serve at your side."
Sean was somewhat surprised. The Japanese really had a bottom line lower than he had imagined. Not only had Shingen Yashida asked him to help kill his father, Ichiro Yashida, he had also casually handed over his daughter.
"Please, Mr. Sipes, you must accept. This is the Yashida Family's sincerity," Shingen Yashida hurriedly said when he saw Sean hesitate.
The family's rise depended on support from The Hand, and winning Sean's friendship was undoubtedly crucial. Besides, giving Mariko away also carried the meaning of offering a "hostage," demonstrating that he had no ulterior motives.
"Then I'll gladly accept your kind offer."
Sean shrugged. He never minded having more sugar-coated bullets. Whatever Shingen Yashida was plotting, the gap in strength between them was immense. Ants could never shake