He couldn't understand why the other party had fired.
As he fell, his perspective lowered, and he clearly saw Mitsuo Mutou's face—it was this lunatic. Ten thousand curses raced through his mind, but it was too late for regrets.
Seeing their boss lying in a pool of blood, the two lackeys were stunned, bewildered, their faces a picture of confusion.
"Bang! Bang!"
Before they could react, two more shots rang out. Caught off guard, both were hit in the heart and fell alongside the tattooed youth.
The three bodies lay twitching on the ground, struggling to breathe heavily, as blood pooled beneath them.
Mitsuo Mutou then picked up his package and turned to leave.
Clearly, as the winds of liberal democracy blew into Japan, the culture of freebie grabs had risen alongside.
As he walked out the door, a waiter who had heard the shots came to investigate. Mitsuo Mutou didn't hesitate and shot the waiter dead on the spot.
"Bang!"
"Ah! Murder! There's been a murder!"
