With a click, Sato's head turned back and looked at his men with an unbelieving look on his face.

The biggest drug lord in Yokohama for more than a decade died like this?

Shouldn't a man like that deserve his detached identity with a damned vigor or a little more tragic?

How is it possible, like a bedbug, to be easily twisted off the neck?

Many people, including Tong Ye and Sato's men, couldn't believe that he had been killed so easily, and they all looked at him stupefactorily.

"At last, it's free. Actually, I'm very tired and tired --"

Sato, who broke his neck, said this with a smile...