- Ran's still in a bad situation, I don't know what to do for him, I searched for him and Trish that girl I looked for but I couldn't find her.
- Trish seems to hate Raylene for what Ran did to her.
- It was tiring for you, and I got you into things that don't concern you. I apologize.
Inoue smiled lightly as he stood with his hand in his pocket in front of the sea at seven in the morning.
-Rindu You can't say those words, we're bastards after all, you know we've been working together for a long time.
- I know, but lately things have become a mess, and no one knows what's going on.
It's okay, Rendo, I know that one day these things will get better, or they will end our lives, and either way it's good because we'll get rid of everything.
After a long conversation between Rindo and Inobi, Inobi left in front of the beach in that freezing cold, got into his car and left for an unknown location.
While Rendo sits quietly on the sofa, feet one above the other on the table in front of him, the glass of wine in his hand has been quietly sipping from it since early morning.
I think there is only one thing I still have to do before I move after my brother.
He put the cup on the table and got up, one of his men put the large overcoat on his shoulders, and left quickly, putting on his gloves.
He got out of the headquarters and headed towards his car, and refused to be driven by anyone else.
-Baggy, I have the position, you just have to wait a few minutes and I'll be there.
He said those words through the headphone that was in his ear and under his hair, and when he reached the exact place,
it was an entrance in one of the alleys and a worn-out wooden door, which he opened and entered to interfere with him from the inside, a wooden door with an ancient and beautiful design, after he walked three times in a long corridor until he reached the door .
Rendo knocked on the door and it was opened for him and there were two men with huge bodies standing at the door.
Rendo smiled staring at them and said.
- Was Mr. Bajie here?
They looked at him carefully and then said one to the other.
- It's Mr. Haitani. We apologise, sir, and yes, Mr. Bagge has arrived a short time ago, and is now sitting with Mr. Gerald, Mr. Steve's son.
- Thank you both.
Rendo walked inside but was prevented from entering by the two men, one of them said.
Sir, we apologize but... you know the rules here, no weapon can enter the club...
Rindo looked sternly, then smiled with a scary look and said in a calm and gentle tone.
It's okay guys, you're just doing your job.
Rendo took out the gun behind his back and took out some other knives from his coat and from his sock, then came in quietly, put his collar on, and walked up the wooden ladder with a smile, and hit one of the waitresses working there on the
backside.
He walked quietly in a long, quiet corridor until he reached one of the rooms. He put his ear to the door of the room
, and within a few seconds the door opened, and there was no one there, as Rendo disappeared from the front door in a jiffy.
Mr. Gerald, what's wrong?
Nothing, I just heard footsteps stepping in here.
Baji, who is sitting quietly and relaxed, leaned his back on the sofa quietly and laughed as he drank.
Then Gerald went and sat in front of Baggy, and he began drinking with him too.
- Baji, drinking too much early in the morning isn't good, is it!
You have to say that to yourself, Gerald.
Gerald was so drunk he didn't know what to say.
- So, Baggy, you say you transferred five million dollars to my bank account? Just to get revenge on Mikey?
- That's right, Mikey was never right.
I can't believe I spent all of my adolescence following him.
- How can I believe you?
Baji approached and put his hand on the table and smiled maliciously.
- Your sister, she's being held by Kisaki Tita.
We don't know what he might do with it.
Gerald got up and started screaming, then smashed the glass to the floor with his force, its bits scattered, and the wine stained the carpet.
Baji put one foot on top of the other and smiled, then rested his back on the sofa and started smoking one of his cigarettes on the table in front of him in a small food tray.
-You definitely want to save your younger sister before she gets raped, right?
Gerald, whose face was stained with wine in all directions, turned angrily toward Baggie and said bluntly
- Of course I want to save her! Do you know any way?
- Of course I know many ways, but first there is something you must do.
-What is the? I will do anything, I can't let my sister die at the hands of those bastards, she's still young...
Baji lowered his head and his features changed to coldness and calmness, then he said in an inaudible voice - You are
right that she is still young and cute and does not harm an insect.
Gerald collapsed and almost fell to the ground had it not been for Buggy to stop him and put him on his hands. Then Buggy whispered to him.
The security system of the special facility where Kisaki Tita is holding your sister depends on your intelligence.
- How do?
He did not understand what Buggy was saying and started waving his head. Then Buggy took out his phone and put it in front of Gerald, who sat quietly on the sofa after Buggy brought him to her.
- This is my phone, you can do the operation from here.
- I've already sent men, my men are just waiting.
Question marks began to appear on Gerald's features, and
Baggy sat quietly beside him and said.
- This program is like a game, every time you pass a stage in this game the doors of this facility will be opened.
- Are you sure about this?
- Of course I'm sure.
Look, it's really a game, I can play it now, but listen...
Buggy put his finger in front of Gerald and said
- if you lose in one of the doors all my men will be killed, because inside the doors there are laser barriers that can break the body quite easily.
- So you should focus here while I'm going to get some of my drink.
Gerald grabbed the phone and started to play hard alone and very high concentration while Baggy looked at him coldly
and then left the room quietly.
The game has begun, Gerald, and it will end with your death.