A thin, mocking laugh cut through the room.
“Well done, Yamamoto-san,” the man said lazily. “Truly impressive subordinates you’ve trained. In just a few minutes, they managed to lose the Yamaguchi-gumi ten billion yen. And what timing, too—of all moments, you chose to step out for a phone call just as we were about to engage the enemy.”
His eyes narrowed, sharp with malice.
“One might almost think you’ve been bought by the Chinese. A sleeper agent, perhaps? Deeply embedded within the Yamaguchi-gumi, harboring secrets you’d rather not share.” He chuckled softly. “I think it’s time I report this to Lord Kameda. I’m sure the Investigation Division would be very interested in you. I imagine they could even make room for you.”
The speaker was the man Kameda had sent to monitor Yamamoto—nomi
