Chapter 2

Currently, our protagonist was naked in front of the mirror that was in the bathroom looking at himself with his eyebrows raised.

"My muscles are no joke.

This guy looks like he takes something."

He was very lean with an 8 pack and very tough muscles.

Even though he wasn't that tall, he weighed himself and saw that he was 72 kg which was kind of small in weight.

But even with that, he still had very defined muscles.

He flexed his right hand's bicep and said. "This is way better than what I looked before, I wasn't even going to the gym, just going for daily runs to build stamina."

He put on some clothes while going around his apartment.

It was actually an understatement to call it an apartment, it was actually a penthouse.

And from what our protagonist could tell, it was a very expensive one too.

Since it was night and his penthouse was located on high level, he was witnessing a very beautiful view.

The view alone managed to give him butterflies in the stomach.

This is one of the things he always dreamed of.

Being able to witness such a view every day he comes home or wakes up.

Since he's been poor all his life he naturally wanted to become a rich man, so much so that he resorted to dealing narcotics.

He sat down on the long chair-like thing that was near the windows and looked at the view with a dazed look.

He wasn't that sentimental of a person usually but this was just something else.

He finally had the things he craved the most.

Money, a beautiful view and freedom

'I wonder what this body did to have all this money since he looks young, it's probably his parents.'

He felt something buzzing near him so he looked besides him and saw a phone and some round glasses.

He put the glasses on just because they were there and looked through his phone.

He saw a lot of notifications coming from his contacts so he looked there and saw some missed calls from someone named "Father".

As he was going through the photos in his phone, his head started hurting and memories started to come back to him.

It was just that, the pain in his head was big enough to make him lay down and hold it with both hands.

After some time, the look in his eyes changed and his face became serious.

He got up on his feet and said while looking out the window with a stoic expression. "Meguro Yamashita."

That's his name.

Since he got the memories of this person, it came with a part of his personality too.

Surprisingly enough, nothing really changed that much from what he could tell, it was just that he calmed down completely.

Now this view didn't seem as breathtaking as before, but he still liked it a lot.

And almost all of his questions got answered too.

On the surface the Yamashita family is one that has many businesses all over Japan but mostly Tokyo since they are located here.

But it's actually a crime syndicate and he's the heir of it.

And it's not like he's sitting on his ass all day either.

He's one of the most important members inside when it comes to contribution.

'From drug dealing to leading organized crime.

And just when I thought I'll have a somewhat peaceful life.'

He walked over to a small glass table that had a whiskey bottle and some glasses on it.

*POP*

He opened the bottle and poured himself a glass.

He took a sip and thought with a smirk. 'But it seems like I'm too smart in this life.

Never actually goy myself involved, just ordered others to do things for me with my brain.

Only times I got my hands dirty myself was when dealing with rats or traitors from within.'

He looked at his phone screen and decided to call his 'father'.

After the phone ringed for some time, he saw that his 'father' answered the phone call.

"Why didn't you pick up the phone earlier, Meguro."

That was a cold first thing to say in a phone call, not even a hello.

But it didn't look like Meguro cared about that at all.

"I was sleeping and put my phone on do not disturb.

Even after I woke up I didn't see the notifications."

There was some silence on the other side for some time.

"Alright, that doesn't matter anymore.

You already know this but there'll be a special guest coming to one of our casinos in a few days."

Meguro thought about it and he said almost instantly. "You want me to be there?"

"Yes, establishing a relationship with them is a good thing.

It won't hurt trying to befriend them but if there's any problems you don't have to hesitate.

Just do what you have to do."

Meguro's eyes narrowed and he said with a serious expression. "Understood.

I'll try my best to be on good terms with them."

"Alright."

After that, his father ended the call.

There weren't any unnecessary words from his father in this conversation, it was just like a boss giving orders to his underling.

But Meguro knew that this was for the best when it came to keeping it professional.

Showing any kind of affection in times like these can make it troublesome overall.

Meguro had a smirk on his face and said while walking through his apartment. "Special guest or whatever.

The current Head of the Jabami family which we had to consult when opening a casino in the country.

The Jabami family is part of The Hundred Devouring Families which have a bigger power than my family.

They are the strongest 'family' in this country.

I just have to play it safe when it comes to The Hundred Devouring Families.

And it's not like I don't already have a good relationship with the main family myself."

He stopped walking when he got in front of a gated locker and thought while fixing his glasses with one hand and a stoic face. 'Well, the Yamashita family is still developing since when I was born we were nothing compared to what we are today.

But thanks to my father who became the head we were able to propel ourselves upwards in the hierarchy.

That is commendable but that causes our family to be looked down upon just because we are a new family by the older ones.'

A smile appeared on his face and he thought while opening the gated locker. 'Well, if they mess with us we'll just have to show them the reason we were able to develop so much.'

He grabbed a long object that was in the locker and said with a smirk. "So beautiful."