Miakahashi was insed. His dark rugged face had turned a crimson red and the veins in his neck pulsed like worms in a bait box. One of his key lieutenants, his wakagashira and sed in and, had been murdered in a way that was so shameful that he was tempted to order the whole gang, who had been at the exclusive Cherry Blossom club in downtown Tokyo that night, to it seppuku, the ritual slig open of their own stomachs, instantly. But Nobu Takahashi atient man, a virtue that had seen him rise from the son of a lowly Kyoto shopkeeper to one of the most important men in Japan. He had ordered the gang, through his saiko-komon or personal adviser Hirayama, for the oyabun himself had minimal tact with the Yakuza, to leave no stouro find the killer and bring him to a swift and bloody justice.
But that was the least of Takahashi’s problems. Upon news of Yamamoto’s embarrassih, Hirayama had discovered a list of Yamamoto’s tacts around the world and the deceased’……（内容加载失败！）
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