At this moment, Moriyama Ryuu was in a state of utter disarray, practically crawling as he stumbled up to the VIP floor on the third level, creating a clattering noise all the way.
"What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Muto Ichiro, who was enjoying a massage from a beauty, opened his eyes slowly, feeling somewhat displeased.
"It's bad, Master Muto!! An outsider forcefully broke into our club, claiming to be looking for someone. A lot of our brothers have been killed!!!"
"Oh?" Muto Ichiro waved his hand, signaling the beauty behind him to stop the massage, and then sat up, saying, "Did you reveal our identity to him? In Japan, which organization doesn't know the relationship between the Santian Group and our Mizuno Clan?"
Moriyama Ryuu was sweating profusely, "I did, but it seems he specifically came to trouble the Santian Group!"
"Courting death!"
Muto Ichiro tossed his cigarette butt to the ground angrily and said, "He must die!"
