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Akira's confidence was now shattered, his back pressed against the wall as he stared at the four Bonten members with wide, horrified eyes. He stammered, his voice shaking, "L-Look we can work something out, right? I-I'll pay you whatever you want, just call your price. Just... just don't kill me".

Sanzu laughed, low and menacing, stepping forward until he was inches from Akira. "You think we care about your filthy money?" His smile was cold as he held up his gun, pressing the barrel to Akira's forehead.

Ran spun his gun around his fingers with an amused grin. "What happened to all that big talk baldy? Thought Bonten didn't scare ya?".

Akira swallowed hard, glancing around desperately, but he had no escape. His hands went up in surrender, his voice dropping to a pleading tone. "Please... I have connections. I can get you access to anything"

"Shut up," Rindou cut him off, his voice laced with venom. "Bonten doesn't need anything from you."

[Y/N] raised her gun, her gaze locking onto Akira's with chilling intensity. "Any last words, Yakomoto?"

Akira stammered, his eyes darting between each of them, searching for any sign of mercy. But he found none. Finally, his shoulders slumped, his voice little more than a whisper. "Just... make it quick."

[Y/N] pulled the trigger, the bullet struck his upper arm, tearing through his muscle. Akira let out a scream, clutching at his wound, his eyes wide with pain.

"Oh, look at that," [y/n] said, faking a pout, "I missed." She tilted her head, aiming the gun again, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Let's try that again shall we?"

The second shot rang out, hitting him in the thigh. Blood spurted from the wound as he collapsed to one knee, another agonized scream tearing from his throat.

"F-Fuck just kill me already you bitch!" he screamed out, his voice weak and choked with pain.

Ran outright chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched the show unfold. "Calling her a bitch? Now you've done it," he muttered, shaking his head with mock sympathy.

Rindou shook his head as he crossed his arms. "Bad idea, man. Really bad idea."

Sanzu shaking with laughter, shot a glance at Akira, his expression gleeful. "This might be the best entertainment I've had all week".

[Y/N] crouched down in front of Akira, who was now panting, his face twisted in a mixture of agony and anger. Blood was pooling beneath him, staining the tiled floor.

"Still with me, Yakomoto?" she asked sweetly. She adjusted her aim, this time directing her gun lower.

[Y/N]'s smile widened as she tilted her head, pretending to consider his insult. "A bitch, huh? Well, if I'm going to live up to the name"

She pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck him squarely in the groin. The scream that tore from his throat was inhumane, echoing off the walls as he writhed in pure agony sinking lower to the ground.

Akira, teeth gritted, managed to glare up at her, his voice filled with loathing. "You...you're fucking insane."

[Y/N] tilted her head, her smile widening. "Oh, you have no idea." She then raised her gun, aiming it between his eyes as she fired as Akira's head snapped back, his body slumping to the floor lifeless.

Ran let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at the others. "Well, that was eventful"

Rindou shook his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Remind me not to get on [y/n]'s bad side."