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At the head of the table sat a man in a pristine white suit, wearing a mask of a weeping oni. He held a golden screwdriver like a scepter.

A small, shaking figure emerged from the shadows of an alleyway near Restaurant Row. It was a young low-level grunt from the Geomulgi, his face pale under the red lanterns. He recognized Ichiban—the "Hero of Ijincho"—and lunged forward, nearly tripping over a traffic cone. yakuza__like_a_dragon.part10.r...

As the sun began to rise over the Yokohama harbor, the group walked toward Survive Bar—a hero, an ex-cop, a former nurse, and a broken man looking for a new party to join. At the head of the table sat a

"The Yakuza life is over, pal," Ichiban said, a goofy but sincere grin on his face. "But the 'Guy-Who-Grabs-Drinks-With-Us' life? That’s just starting. Now, who’s buying the first round of highballs?" It was a young low-level grunt from the