[Translator: Phoenixia]

[Proofreader: FaintlyDemonic]

“Finally.”

Sakata wasn’t too surprised he came back in one piece.

Yamamoto didn’t text him back, neither did those three men.

The worst must have happened, and what he has done will soon be made public.

Of course, Sakata had already predicted this.

Hence, he made a lot of preparations, ready to deal with the upcoming storm.

Puff.

After exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, Sakata stood up and told his subordinate, “Mobilize everyone under me, and tell them to wait at the big house across the street.”

“Yes.”

His subordinate left immediately.

Each advisor had many men working under them.

Since Sakata secretly worked for Tianmu Yongji, he was given much more resources to work with, so Sakata had the most power over Kamurocho.

He changed his clothes and left the mansion immediately, but not before looking back at the base longingly.

He has worked for Ryuto’s group for more than 20 years, and he was responsible for the construction of this mansion.

But it all ends today.

From today onwards, Sakata will no longer be an advisor; he will lead his own group. Perhaps he will name it Sakata’s group.

The smile that was constantly plastered on Sakata’s face had long disappeared.

What remains was an expression filled with malice.

Ryuto must be aware of his actions.

Only one of them can be left standing.

Meanwhile, in Yoshio Fujiki’s house in the northern courtyard.

“What should I do next?”

“Notify advisor Sakata and find someone to kill him.”

“Alright.”

Ryuto’s recording played over and over again in Advisor Fujiki’s room. He was wearing an old-fashioned kimono and listened to the recording with an expressionless face.

Fujiki is one of the three advisors mentioned before, and he was the most loyal to Ryuto.

Even though he was middle-aged, he looked incredibly old due to his efforts while working in the group.

Fujiki listened to the recording quietly.

‘What is he thinking?’ Ryuto thought, unable to read Fujiki’s expression.

This evidence was enough to prove that Sakata was colluding with Tianmu Yongji.

‘Maybe they could trace the bank accounts of the three killers, surely that could be traced back to Sakata,’ Ryuto thought.

Fujiki was still silent.

Even though Fujiki was deathly loyal to Ryuto’s group, Ryuto felt that he had never liked him.

Since Ryuto was the only blood relative of his father, Fujiki should be putting extra effort to accommodate Ryuto.

But before this, Fujiki had never taken the initiative to talk to him.

Hence, he came to the conclusion that Fujiki hates him.

‘Wait, did I make a mistake?’ Ryuto thought with cold sweat.

After a short moment, Fujiki raised his head slightly.

“So, Sakata is colluding with outsiders.”

“Correct. What should we do next?”

“Go back to your room.”

“And?”

“Take a shower, change your clothes, drink a warm glass of milk, get a good night’s sleep.”

“Huh?” Ryuto was obviously confused.

“When you wake up the next day, it will be over.”

Wasn’t this way too easy?

Ryuto’s expression gradually morphed from doubt to anger, standing up suddenly.

“What do you mean?! Do I really not have to do anything? Am I not part of this family?”

“No,” Fujiki said, stoned face. “You aren’t actually part of this family from the beginning. I don’t think you should be involved in this.”

Despite Ryuto’s anger, Fujiki told him without masking anything.

Outsiders shouldn’t be involved in family businesses.

And Ryuto was considered an outsider.

Ryuto couldn’t help but laugh as he paced around Fujiki’s room.

“Is that so? Sakata is targeting me – if it wasn’t for my luck last night, I would have been fish food.”

“And what about it?” Fujiki raised his eyebrow. “Sakata violated the rules, so we will punish him. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Ryuto stared at Fujiki over his shoulder.

“I feel like you’re underestimating me,” Ryuto gritted his teeth. “Do you think I’m not qualified enough to be involved in my group’s affairs?”

“On the contrary, we are the ones who aren’t qualified to deal with you.”

“Excuse me?”

After hearing his strange answer, Ryuto couldn’t help but stare at Fujiki quizzically.

“Do you think we’re strong?” Fujiki asked.

“Of course! The strongest, in fact.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong. We’re weak, Young Master. We’re the trash of society. We’re powerless.”