New day was quick in coming. Standing beside an impounded car at the CPS was the okuru boss who had been waiting for Kendo under a tall wild tree. He wore no sunshade eyeglasses, as his eyes were not bloodshot. Some passersby who saw him took him to be a gentleman and greeted him as such ignorant of the hidden fact that he was one of the city-dwellers’ worst nightmares. Some of the policemen that walked pass him exchanged pleasantries with him. No one was suspicious of his being the brains behind the tough okuru gang that have been molesting the people of the city. The only exceptions were the few policemen who knew him to be their boss. Any time there would be an arrest warrant on their hideouts, the corrupt members of the police force who were his men would alert them and the hideout wou
