Everyone looked at where Jiro was pointing and saw Kaze. Wesley and the others immediately curled their lips into a gloating grin. Kaze’s words must have infuriated Jiro. He allowed others to leave except for Kaze, which he wanted to take away. One could only imagine what would happen to Kaze if Jiro took him back. However, before Wesley and the others could savor the moment, their smirks froze. Miru shook her head and said sternly, “Bronze Sparrow is open for business and we will not interfere with our customer’s private affairs, except this time. “I am making an exception for Kaze. I don’t care what you do to the others after you walk out of my place but with Kaze, it’s not happening.” “What the…” Miru’s words put everyone in shock, even Cyan and her friends widened their eyes in disbelief. Miru was defending Kaze?! Kaze knew Miru personally as well? Draig started to feel jealous about Kaze’s luck with women. Snow listened to him while the owner of Bronze Sp
“Hold on!” Just as Jiro turned around, a voice came from the back, saying, “Jiro Sakamoto, was it? Did I say you could leave?” Jiro was stunned. He slowly turned around to Kaze and raised his brow. “What do you mean?” Cyan and the others were also in shock. ‘Did I say you could leave?!’ Kaze was practically saying that without his permission, Jiro could not leave. The audacity!? Was it because Miru defended him and he thought he could step on the pride of the face of the Refined Blade Dojo? Miru frowned but quickly eased up. She stepped aside without saying anything. Kaze stood firm and still, saying, “I’m like you. I don’t like serving revenge cold. If you want to take revenge, come at me now. I’ll give you a chance to strike.” He gestured at Jiro, indicating that he was ready for a fight. Jiro looked at Miru and then switched his attention back to Kaze. He scoffed, but it felt icy. “I’ve already spared your life once because of Ms. Scarlet, and you are still c
Cyan simply watched from the side without a hint of guilt. She believed she had done everything that she could for Kaze. Even if Kaze were to be beaten to death, he deserved it and he could not blame it on anyone else. Jiro was stunned for a moment. When he was learning from his master, he was slapped many times and it was part of the training. It had been many years since his last slap. Kaze’s slap rendered his mind blank for a while. He finally regained his composure after some time. He stroked his burning cheek as he stared at Kaze with eyes burning with anger, almost materializing into an erupting, raging volcano. “It has been a long time since anyone slapped me. Arcadian, you are dead!” Jiro’s freezing words gave everyone chills. It was obvious that he was infuriated. Kaze was not deterred at all. He smiled and said, “Slap is nothing. I will make you kneel in front of me. “A coward like Wesley cannot represent us Arcadians, but your claim of making us kneel p
Jiro looked shocked. He did not expect Kaze to dodge his dropkick that easily. With a twist of his waist, he changed his body’s momentum mid-air and swung his left kick at Kaze’s face. However, forcefully changing his momentum mid-air decreased the power and speed contained in his attack. “I don’t like people pointing their feet at me,” Kaze casually said. As he spoke, he lifted his leg too. Without any fancy move or technique, he simply did a high kick, clashing kicks with Jiro. Kabaam! When both feet locked, Jiro’s body convulsed as if hit by lightning. He cried in agony before he was sent hurtling like a stringless kite, crashing onto a couch. The marble table in front of the couch shattered under the force of the crash. He lay down helplessly and weakly, his arms and legs wide open, and his body still convulsing as he could not find the strength to get up. He looked as miserable as it could get. The entire room fell into a dead silence. Many of them rubbed the
From the very first time Draig met Kaze, he had never thought highly of him. In the subsequent encounters, Kaze’s repeated tolerance of the mockeries from Wesley and Cyan further solidified his image of a coward in Draig’s mind. With such prejudice in his mind, Draig could not accept the fact that Kaze was stronger than him. Coincidentally, he found an acceptable and reasonable explanation for all the inexplicable occurrences, so he hypnotized himself into believing the false. “Can you get up?” Under everyone’s surprised gaze, Kaze strolled over to Jiro and peered down at him condescendingly. Gasp! Phew! Jiro mustered enough strength to look up but the pain was insufferable and he was gasping for air already. Baam! As he struggled to get up, the marble table beneath him further crumbled into pieces, causing a loud clunk. He held onto the couch and slowly got up on his feet. His eyes at Kaze showed unprecedented fear and seriousness. He had come to Arcadia for many
Jiro was almost driven mad. He had never been insulted like this before. Seeing that Jiro could no longer stand it, Cyan rushed over and said, “Kaze, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill Mr. Sakamoto?! Can you handle the consequences?! “Let it go before it gets out of hand! I’m warning you, don’t cause trouble for our family!” Kaze shot an icy glance at her and bellowed, “Get out of my way!” Cyan froze on the spot. Upset and angry, she cried, “W-What?! What did you say to me?! Who do you think you are?!” She believed Kaze had lost his mind. The timid and quiet man raised his voice at her and told her to get out of his way! What had gotten into him!? “Miru, clear the place.” Kaze ignored Cyan and said to Miru with a raise of his hand. A moment later, he added, “Snow can stay.” He did not want Cyan to annoy him like a buzzing fly, and he had questions for Jiro, questions that needed to remain private. Miru raised her hand without saying a word. Her men scatt
Kaze saw the anxiety and nervousness in Jiro’s eyes and he was amused. “I didn’t know you were such an emotional man. Do you know that the woman you love is serving an Arcadian man like she is his personal sex slave?” Jiro had no idea about that, or he would have been devastated a long time ago. Kaze simply wanted to attack his confidence. As expected, the words shocked Jiro. Infuriated, he shouted, “What the hell are you talking about? It’s fucking nonsense! There’s no way Ms. Hara will do that! “What are you trying to do to her? Why are you slandering her?!” Judging from his reaction, Kaze knew Jiro had started to lose his calm. After all, they met purely because of coincidence. Kaze also coincidentally knew Reiko and something about her, which made his words credible. “You should ask what she is trying to do to us, not the other way around.” Kaze pointed at Snow and explained, “Did you know that earlier in the afternoon, me and my friend here were attacked by the
“That’s what it is.” Miru glanced at Jiro. “So you want him dead so you can send a warning to Reiko Hara?” Kaze nodded. “How about… we move him away from Bronze Sparrow? Send him back to his dojo and then kill him halfway there. That should do it. If he can die right in front of Refined Blade Dojo, that would be great.” Miru pondered and then nodded. “Sure, but as for how to do it…” “Just leave it to me.”Kaze squatted in front of Jiro and tapped his body a few times. He then got up and looked at his watch. “Half an hour later, send him back to the dojo’s entrance.” Refined Blade Dojo was actually less than a five minute walk from Bronze Sparrow. “Really?” Miru was surprised. She knew Kaze was unpredictable but being able to control a person’s time of death was something inconceivable. Then, Wolf chuckled and said, “Boss, if Kaze said it’s okay, then it’s definitely okay.” Miru did not delve into the matter anymore. Since she started expanding her influence i
“Kaze can pull the punches for sure. I mean, he has the Butterworth branch chief’s trust for a reason. “There has to be something for him to win the branch chief’s approval.” Edmund doubted there was depth to Kaze. After all, Edmund decided whether to take on a person based on their abilities. It made no sense to pay attention to losers, as he would hold them in contempt. Edmund had been impressed with Herman, who excelled in strategies and management. That was why Edmund bumped Herman up and made sure he stayed on top. “Got it.” Herman nodded and had one foot out the door. “Don’t be in a hurry to leave. There’s one more thing.” Edmund pointed at the table. Herman approached and stood on bent knees. Pleased with Herman’s submission, Edmund passed him a wine glass. Herman took the drink humbly before looking carefully at Edmund, awaiting his orders. “The wine was just airlifted from abroad. I can vouch for the taste. If you’re looking to sip on the finest, yo
Time went by, and a towering man in a suit showed up outside the door. Picking up on the noise inside the room, he knocked on the door. It was hard to tell whether the person inside could hear the knocking, so the man waited outside. The door was opened, and a woman, her face flawless with makeup, popped her head out and saw him. She cocked her head back at Edmund. “You have a guest, Mr. Witterson.” “Let him in,” Edmund instructed. He then leaned in to take the drink from the girl next to him with his mouth. The other girls cheered him on. The group was lost in their fun. The man, who entered the room, stood by the sofa respectfully. He kept his head down, his gaze staying low at the bottles of alcohol spread across the table. It was a bit of a wait before the man approached at Edmund’s order. “Tell me about Dwight.”While listening to the girls’ singing, Edmund turned to Herman. Herman rushed over as soon as Edmund called. He won a lot of money at poker toda
In this particular circumstance, Morris had to play it safe so that things would not get out of hand. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged into the mess. At least, he finally saw the Wittersons’ true colors. Morris’ friendly advice was met with disrespect and insult. However, the Wittersons were a force of nature, and Morris was not about to take them head-on. Despite his frustration, Morris had to walk away. Well, Edmund would soon face his downfall at the height of his power, and Morris would be there to enjoy the ride. Still, it did not sit well with Morris to have a young fella walk all over him. It had crossed his mind to keep the Wittersons in check, but there was only so much he could do. Morris had to be the one to back away as the Wittersons grew haughty. Morris believed there was more to Kaze’s visit to Westeros. Nothing major happened in Westeros recently. At least, there was nothing worth the other branch’s attention. However, a representative of the
Morris suggested entertaining Kaze well. Things would not be good for the branch if Kaze got dirt on them. That was where Edmund disagreed with Morris. His idea was to send someone to sound Kaze out. Edmund was smug because Morris’ decision was wrong. “You shouldn’t do that. Kaze is here on behalf of the Butterworth branch. You don’t want tension between both branches.” Morris looked at things from a wider perspective. Edmund believed Kaze was just a doormat of little importance. “You just overthink things, and it’s not good for your age. You’re getting senile.” Edmund did not take Morris’ advice seriously. He believed he was right. “You’re not getting it. Kaze is from Butterworth. Even if he doesn’t hold a high position there, we were in the wrong. We did not keep our tracks clean either. “Now that he’s back, I’m worried that he’ll cause us harm.” Morris was only giving a heads-up because the whole branch was at stake. Edmund was young. Due to his lack of judgmen
“We should be generous to our guest from Butterworth. You can arrange as you see fit. Please don’t house him in a messy home. Hire cleaners to tidy up the place. “You can report back to me if you need more money, but it’s not a reason for you to misuse the funds.” Herman wanted to hang up. The money was now in Dwight’s bank account, so he was washing his hands off the matter. The plan was to keep Kaze happy. He was just an insignificant member of the Butterworth branch anyway. The whole thing would blow over soon enough, so long as Kaze kept to himself without taking things too far. Herman would figure out a way to get him out quickly anyway. Maybe Herman and his friends did not have to do anything to get rid of Kaze. “Got it. I’ll be a good host, Herman. I won’t let you down. I’ll keep you in the loop.” Dwight was over the moon to get the notification about the money transfer. “Just play by ear and arrange what you see best.” Herman hung up and continued playing pok
“It’s becoming a hassle now. Are you going to inform the Viper’s Den about the change of accommodation?” After much hesitation, Kaze nodded to take up the offer. Dwight was thrilled. It only hit Dwight that he had to communicate with the Viper’s Den. Kaze was booked for a hotel stay, and Dwight’s job was to take him to the destination. Yet now, Dwight took him to his home. “I’ll tell my superior and see what he has to say.” Dwight was not sure whether the change was appropriate. Nevertheless, he did not want to pass up on a great opportunity. He simply grabbed the bull by the horn. If Kaze stayed at his place, the Viper’s Den members had to respect Kaze’s request even if they had a problem with it. “But when they ask, you can say that you’re getting along well with me. Living together just makes work more convenient.” Feeling unsettled, Dwight tried to get their stories straight with Kaze. Hopefully, the Viper’s Den would not come after them. “Aren’t we friends? I k
Dwight gave some suggestions. “But I’m worried about being a nuisance to your family.” Kaze remained hesitant, torn between decisions. “No, you won’t. I usually live alone. They stay somewhere else. They barely visit. I’ll just let them know not to visit for now,” Dwight replied. Dwight figured out what was in it for him. He could not let Kaze leave. “I don’t want to put your family in an awkward position.”Kaze was still considering the matter. “Relax. They don’t live with me anyway. The room I have for you is tidy. No one has stayed there before.“I’ll hire some help to freshen up the place. I can guarantee you an experience no less than at the hotel.” Dwight spoke with great confidence. “We should finish our food and doggie-bag the rest. I’ll take you to my place.” Dwight was ready to get things going. Kaze took the offer and nodded. “I’ll be in your care then.” Kaze was glad that his plan went through. Dwight had no idea that he got played. Nevertheless,
“I’m new to the place, so I don’t know much. Can you show me around when you’re available?” “No problem, but I usually have some stuff to take care of. I can’t be there 24/7. “Why don’t you propose to the branch that you want me to be your guide and attendant?” Dwight suggested. There was no telling whether Kaze would accept his proposal, but it was an opportunity to prove himself. He was never involved in the core operation. Often enough, he was the branch members’ punching bag. Though Dwight was aware that he was not good enough for the big stuff, he still wanted to succeed. Kaze was the trusted aide of the Butterworth Branch chief. He was in Westeros for a reason. By joining Kaze, Dwight would come across the major players. Kaze saw through Dwight’s plans. “Sure. I’ll do that.” Kaze did not mind the request. “Great. I’ll let them know on your behalf. I’ll be responsible for your needs while in the city.” Dwight was overjoyed at the opportunity. “So you live
“You must be rich. I often see rich people picking tabs for everybody. Talk about extravagance.” The tension in the air was lifted when Kaze offered to pay for everything. “I’m not. Consider it an apology,” Kaze explained, not wanting to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. He did not see the point of continuing the conversation. Dwight’s angry screams came from outside. “What the hell is this? I only ordered a bunch of stuff. Why am I being charged an exorbitant amount?“What do you mean my friend is paying for everybody? That’s throwing money away,” Dwight said while storming his way over. “I know you have money, but you shouldn’t do this, Mr. Lee.” Dwight did not approve of this type of generosity. “You rubbed them the wrong way. It was only right to apologize. Besides, it’s not a lot of money.” Kaze looked at the bill and handed a bank card to Dwight. “It’s my treat.” The consumption was barely a dent in Kaze’s savings. The meal did not cost more than his us