Head Captain Yamamoto Novels & Stories

Behind him were Yamamoto and a few super fighters from the Zuken Group. “Throw all of them off the ship!” Ash let out a roared and pulled a knife out of his waist. With a flash of cold light, he chopped an enemy down. Simultaneously, Yamamoto and the others also roared and used their absolute strength to declare their sovereignty. “Go to hell! All of you!” Yamamoto’s roar resounded throughout the deck as one after another enemies were blown away by him. Their miserable screams were resonating throughout the sea. In a short span of ten minutes, no less than a hundred people came up from below.

"Because I was senior?" Roman shook her head. "No, ma'am. At least three of the commanding officers in question hold commissions that predate yours". "Well, then?" Roman's smile turned to a grin. "Because, as Captain Lewis Hashimoto put it, you have the biggest balls". The bridge crew exploded into laughter, the Chameleon's Captain felt herself blush, and the Earth fleet was reborn. * * *

Hiroshi sighed before he turned his head and told the driver, “Mr. Yamamoto, let’s jump out together later!” The driver wiped his cold sweat off before he nodded and said, “Okay! I will do it together with both of you!” At this time, the two ninjas working for Yahiko were already on the verge of death! When Hiroshi saw that both of the ninjas could be hacked to death by the other party at any moment, he hurriedly shouted, “Mr. Chairman! Mr. Yamamoto! Now!”

I slammed my palm against the table, unable to calm my anger. This bastard is fucking pushing me to my wit’s end! "Order," Yamamoto said quietly, but his eyes were on me now. His pupils had gone dark and they were assessing me calmly. I forced myself to breathe, gnashing my jaw hardly to force back any reaction that was threatening to spun out of me. How was he the one in the entire city that found the body? Unless he wanted to craft a narrative that painted me as a butcher of innocents. As much as he's a fucking snake, he isn't wrong either. The dead bastard did say he was a hired lookout who had gotten drunk has ran his mouth. I was too raged tk believe him.

“She belongs to every man in this room. Use her. Test her limits. Make her scream for the syndicate.” I looked up at them with needy eyes, my voice already breathy. “Please… honored captains… fuck your foreign pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me until I’m dripping with yakuza cum. I need all of you right now.” The first captain, a stern man named Hiroshi with intricate tattoos covering his arms, stood and walked over. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth onto his thick cock without a word. “Suck it properly, gaijin whore,” he growled, thrusting deep into my throat.

“Brad, how was your game? I heard Hawthorne played Westfield today.” Brad hung his head low, poking at his food. “It was a good game. Though…” He didn’t need to finish. If Brad had won, he’d be flaunting it, replaying every highlight. The humble tone said everything: they’d lost. I stayed quiet, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. Carlos turned to me instead, his expression more measured. “Sebastian, I heard your hockey team made you captain. You’re making Westfield proud.” “Yes, sir,” I replied evenly. “I love playing. It’s always been my dream to make it far, finals, maybe even scholarships.”

Lazatus said. "I'm sure there are more hidden reasons why you want that to happen. Break your façade, Lazarus Suarez." Zacharias clicked his tongue. "Just say it and be straightforward." "Hajime Yamamoto is dead." Zacharias' breath hitched as he was taken aback as well as the others, but he displayed no emotion to the news. Hajime Yamamoto is a former elite member of Zacharias' old gang. "For how long?" Zacharias asked. "As soon as you disbanded Agent." Cedric replied with a nonchalant tone.

His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction. “We heard the explosions and came as fast as we could,” Terry said, his voice low but firm as he approached Roberto. The firelight flickered across his face, casting deep shadows. He glanced toward Captain Juan, nodding in acknowledgment before his eyes settled on the Japanese captives. Captain Juan returned the nod. “We managed to capture their leader, Ichiro Minamoto, but he’s been tight-lipped so far.”

Based on his outfit, he was not a local. Dragon Scale was stunned. Before she could ask, Dragon Head introduced him to her, “This is the VIP I invited from Japan, Kazuo Yamamoto.” Kazuo Yamamoto? Dragon Scale frowned a little. She felt like she had heard that name somewhere. All of a sudden, she remembered it. “Are you the current tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas?” Dragon Head gave her a big thumbs-up. “Wow, you’re quite knowledgeable. Like you said, Mr. Yamamoto is the tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas. I purposely invited him from Japan to deal with Thomas.”

Yamamoto would leave all of his assets to his family who never associated with him when he was alive. “The beneficiary of my assets is…” the lawyer continued to read. The whole room was silent as he pronounced the name. “Annie Richmond.”