Yakuza Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Danny asked. "Safe house. Tepito neighborhood. You can stay there while you decide what to do. No rent. No questions. Just a place to think." Kenji navigated through traffic with the ease of someone who had driven these streets for years. "But Danny, you need to understand something. The Yakuza helped position you for this. Helped feed you information. Helped keep you focused during nine years when most men would have given up. We did not do that out of kindness. We did it because your revenge aligned with our interests." "What interests?"

"Did you have the slightest idea about your family's past with the Yakuza?" "No, not a single damn idea..." I responded incredulously. "This... This..." "It's possible that Hiroshi Yagami managed a revenge plot for many years until he had the right opportunity to carry it out," Dominico suggested. "It's what a man like him would do."

As I came around the corner, I realized I had found Hachiro. “Come on, mother fuckers? You think you’re tough cause you got to join a yakuza clan. Bring it fuckers? I was born into this clan. I was the personal bodyguard of the heir. I was the guard of Kitsune. You pathetic whelps ain’t got shit on me. You only managed to catch me because you gassed our house. And if my wife or baby are hurt from that, I’m resurrecting you to kill you again.” Hachiro was shouting as he used a steel pipe to bash in heads.

Sasha pointed out. “Yes, that's the plan. I want to unleash the beast in him and make him do to me what he did to my sister,” she continued with a smirk. They all nodded. “Now, the torture will eventually begin. And Ken, this is where you come in. You'll come in as a representative of OTECH, offering Ryker the possibility of striking a deal with OTECH. In the process, you'll befriend the family, choose one of the daughters, date her and gather whatever evidence you can get about Vanessa's death from her,” Samantha lectured.

The spectacled girl yelled back as they both ran in opposite directions. "Half a month ago" "Liar!~" "I'm serious!" ###### "That look in the eyes of those who are willing to sacrifice everything for their revenge.. We are the same." Drew, who was buried in the cement floor, looked up at Ravyn. *Bang!* Ravyn fired a gun into the ground beside him. "I’m not a murderer like you… Quit talking nonsense and answer me. Do you know the white-haired man with the Donkey tattoo on the back of his hand?"

Then Kai stepped his foot into the helicopter, he left us both still dumbfounded. I quickly took out my cell phone and made a voice call. "Yeah, Beyza. What happened?" asked Ozgur on the other side. And I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I looked around me dominated by the smell of blood and destruction from the massacre. "Ozgur, send me a photo of Lord Yakuza or Pride. I want to know him's face." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ NOTE : Shuriken and Kunai are traditional Japanese weapons that are thrown at an enemy or target, and are sometimes used to stab, cut, and kill clients.

We defeated the Black Dragons and moved on to the finals while our friends the Red Scarlets who had gotten this far were really no match for the best dance crew in the world, the Invincibles who made it to the finals, a third time. As soon as Mr. Tsung walked closer to the stage to give a close remark, Eric walked closer to him and suddenly tried to dash a punch to the left side of his cheek, but the well-trained bodyguards of the self-acclaimed king of Hong-kong grabbed a hold of Eric Valdez right on time and pushed him off. Mr. Tsung turned around and said to him ‘The next time you try this again, it will be your head rolling off your body through the aid of my new Yakuza double edged swor

DeLuca. Martin, “shut the fuck up,” he dismissed the waiter his eyes carefully observed Alessandro and realized that he was not an ordinary white guy. Alessandro looked wealthy, his punch was well-executed, indicating that he could fight, and…Martin immediately yelled,, “Lower your guns, you fucking fools.” When he finally noticed an important detail – a red rose peaking out from Alessandro’s collar. Everyone in the streets knew that the person with a red rose tattoo on their Adam’s apple was someone not to be messed with.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.