Yagyu Tao made his way to the Yamada family's house and discovered that the door wasn't closed. He gestured for his underling to wait outside and entered alone, politely taking off his shoes.
Entering the living room, he saw a disheveled young man in his thirties with long hair, sitting on the floor drinking while snacking on peanuts.
"Hey, Mr. Yamada, having a drink, I see."
Yagyu Tao forced a friendly smile.
"Just spit it out if you have something to say," Mr. Yamada said abruptly, downing a gulp of alcohol and giving Yagyu Tao a sidelong glance, not taking him seriously at all.
Yagyu Tao inwardly seethed with anger, but he didn't dare show it on his face and chuckled, "It's about the demolition matter, you see. Now that all the neighbors have signed the contract, perhaps you could sign it too?"
"I'll sign, sure," Mr. Yamada nodded and then stretched out his hand, "Hand it over."
"What?" Yagyu Tao was stunned for a moment.
