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I avoided them as I entered the canned streets of the suburbs, which smell like foul, liquor-dropping asshats

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I avoided them as I entered the canned streets of the suburbs, which smell like foul, liquor-dropping asshats. The weather turned more bitter today, and the hooded sky seemed quite unloving of me. Even though I wasn't in Italy, I understood how the Korean playground operated.

The edifice was ablaze with red and green lights, giving off a Christmas vibe, but the atmosphere inside offered something quite different. On your team I wasn't sure if there were the only bloodsplattered freaks on this wild, freakish ground, or just lights. Who am I to judge, though? Ain't I one as well? Or perhaps worse still...

This was the Yakuza's alter, the wild dogs of all illegally handled good and bad deeds. They made the decision based on their own discretion and did as they pleased. Even legislators were terrified of what these hounds would do to them, just to make you laugh even more.

The guards by the door or more of the leader's roughnecks stopped me and questioned my reason for coming, but they were even more suspicious of the presence of a woman—a lone woman, to be exact—and my sanity.

"You can't-"

"Inform him I'm here for Valerian" Before anything could spark a fight, I cut him off, and by then a group of men had gathered around me. Trying to feed these renegade fishes some more plankton, I grinned to myself.

"In addition," I lowered my hood to reveal my eyes "For The Eye" His eyes nearly bulged out, and he opened the door for me without asking any more questions ordering folks to step away from me.

The man followed me in, and I saw the pack's leader sitting behind the desk with his aide at his side as soon as I walked in. As he exhaled an overcast of smoke as I stood in front, him soliciting all the obvious and reasonable questions about myself. Yes, he was a professional.

I removed my mask to reveal a warm smile. "Long time Master Lin" The old-fashioned elderly person was none other than my mentor back in Italy. The one who drilled me to use my all cards right. Evidently could be an attack on the defense.






It could be a mind game,



a trick game,



or a game with swords or guns.





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