The Devil's Angel

Chapter Twenty Five

Yakuza Sung Xui (Japanese: ヤクザ, IPA: [jaꜜkɯza])

Yakuza, ローレンス卿はここにいます ローレンス卿はここにいます、私たちは彼に何をするつもりですか (sir, Lawrence is here, what are we going to do to him). I watched with distaste as the name of that punk came to my ear. That idiot thought after all the nonsense he had done in America, he can run with his tail in between his legs and I will clean his mess, いや.

"Lock him up, with no food nor water for the next one month".

"Yes sir".

Of recent, almost everything got me pissed up, the viper said he has everything under control, yes my drugs have successfully infiltrated the big uncle Sam but it not bringing in the right amount of money, I keep losing my money to those Auxi group.

"Damien Cross, I am so coming for you and you will not know what hit you".

"Chūjirō!! Chūjirõ!!!.."

"Yes, Sung sama...."

The idiot was panting, only the heavens know what the fuck the idiot was doing 愚か者 (idiot).

"Prep, the jet, it time to have a word with Damien Cross."

"Sir, did you say we going to America...."

"No, we going to house of the bitch who gave birth to you".. that the fucker I called my 学生 Gakusei (student)". "If you don't move your ass right now, I will drop your damn head".

That got the twart running, they all knew my patience was running thin, in the mob world we were at the point where any damn thing and Everything could go downhill.

Let see what the mob king got under his sleeve, at that young age his power, name and afluence has gotten the attention of all lord's, it took me twelve years to conquer Japan, another twelve year to take over the whole of Asia but it took our king three years to rise the ladder to stardom, He is well fear, but not for long as far the viper dances to my tune, in no time, I will be king.

Dress in my kimono (着物), an outfit best suited for the kind of meeting I am going for, I left the mansion. My travelling partners were already set up in the jet. The perk of having wealth and running the world you live in, is the freedom to travel with as many firearm and weapon as one desires.
The rides came with the anticipated tension, the last time, I saw our king was when he was a mere boy, at the annual Galla that cause his mother death, a memory am pretty sure we all never forget.

"Sung sama, we reached, the main points and roads have been blocked, should we still proceed as plan". "Yes please".

It would be a shame to the king of the mob world if he doesn't have an idea of my presence atleast it wasn't like I was hiding, this meeting was long over due.

Loving the feel of America soil on my feet, oh the Western world, there was a big contrast from the way we were dressed, our tones, physical structure and oh I forget, the big difference between our sense of humor. One other peak of running Asia is, the fact that any harm done to me on foreign soil is a sign of war to the Asian government, so you can as well say that I got a whole lot of immunity up my beautiful sweet ass.

Greeted with the best hotel, best view of Los Angeles, the best American wine and of course the best whores dear old Uncle Sam could offer. My room was swept clean for any trace of bugs and every food was tasted, every room servants was scrutinize and the last floor was left to just me and me alone.

Settling in a nice bath, I came out to meet the two whore waiting patiently for me beside the king size mahogany wood bed, there I say they were beautiful, full cleavage, big size breast that will well bounce with each fucking thrust I will make when fucking them, a very sexy ass, I could feel the throbbing of my cock within the towel I wore around my waist. Oh I was ready for action.