Coiled Dragon

part 6

1

Port Mafia’s towers have a great view over the entire city.

The boss’s office was located at the very top of the central tower and it was a spacious place. The previous boss liked lavish things when he was still alive. Thus, a lot of the decorations were in the elegant European style. After Mori Ogai came into power, he moved a few of the more extravagant pieces out and substituted in a few more bookshelves.

Mori was a middle aged man with straight, chin length dark hair. Tall and slender, although he looked much slimmer than his muscular subordinates, he was by no means weak. The man wore a sharp dark suit and sported a long maroon scarf that he kept draped over his shoulders. Of course, he still wore his white gloves...a habit from his days back when he was only the previous boss’s personal physician.

Right now, he was sitting in his leather chair as he gazed up at the executive who was scavenging through the wine cabinet. Mori had allowed it. This wasn’t a formal meeting and he wasn’t planning on giving the younger man any big missions today. He liked to spend some time chatting with those under him too, it was a nice way of getting to know if there was anything that he needed to be concerned about.

After all, danger could be hidden in the very small details around them. He thought he was a decent boss and a good boss would care about his subordinates, especially when said subordinate was his strongest fighter.

Nahakara Chuuya.

One of the five Executives directly under Mori. The young man had slightly curly bright orange hair and steel grey eyes. While he was considered vertically challenged compared to most men his age, he had a muscular build. Like Mori, he dressed to impress. His usual wardrobe consisted of a grey suit vest, white dress shirt, and ironed trousers. Chuuya also liked to complete his look with a simple black choker and a dark hat with a red band around it.

Those who oppose the Port Mafia will be crushed by vicious gravity.

Chuuya was the reason behind that saying floating around Yokohama and the globe’s underworld. His ability allowed him to manipulate gravity and he was a skilled martial artist himself.

He was the sharpest sword under Mori’s command.

Mori smiled at Chuuya when the latter finally picked out a wine. While Chuuya wasn’t an alcoholic, he did enjoy liquor very much.

“Do you remember what Huang Zeku did to bounty hunters who tried to kill him a few years back? What was their name again...Star something?” Mori doesn’t really remember the small organization that popped up from time to time. In the old days, there were also a lot of villains trying to make a name for themselves in Yokohama and they have some of the most absurd names, influenced by that hero vs villain drama of the outside world.

Port Mafia was a lot simpler. They were close to the port and they were mafia. Simple.

Chuuya sat down across from Mori. “He threatened them into picking up garbage for the whole neighbourhood. No one was allowed to leave until the area was cleared and stayed clean.”

It was a considerable amount of work because that neighborhood was Suribachi City, back when it was still composed majorly of slums. Since no one wanted to become dragon feed, the men all did what they were told.

Throughout the years, Huang had some...unconventional ways of dealing with his enemies or people dumb enough to challenge him. Besides getting killed or getting fed to the dragon, being forced to pick up trash or perform other community services were normal. It was very strange considering that Huang Zeku didn’t look like the type to be “heroic” or show mercy.