After speaking, he turned and left, his thin, tall silhouette slowly disappearing under the light.
As long as you see that half-broken little finger, anyone with eyes would understand that Hanpe is no ordinary person.
Uesugi Sakura didn't know what his profession was, maybe just a guy who once dabbled in the Yakuza.
Now he seems like a different kind of Yakuza.
Then, Uesugi Sakura shook Hanamaru Yugetsu several times but couldn't wake him up, only hearing him mumbling a name.
It was unclear, but it sounded like a woman's name.
Is my uncle heartbroken?
Seeing he was still not awake, Uesugi Sakura picked up a wine bottle, and pressed the bottle neck against a piece to rub it hard.
It made a piercing marble-grinding sound next to his ear.
The grating sound of friction was truly painful to hear, Hanamaru Yugetsu frowned, showing an uncomfortable expression.
He soon woke up.