Such terrifying skills and a vicious personality—this man was the grim reaper incarnate!
Suzuki Ikuo could not stop trembling at the sight of the bodies littered on the floor of the facility. His entire world view changed instantly after witnessing what had taken place here on this night. Whoever said that even the strong and powerful feared bullets? This man was not afraid of such things at all. He had just sent an entire squad of fully armed security guards packing to hell in no more than a minute.
"Good God! If this is all just a bad dream, please let me wake up now!"
Suzuki Ikuo prayed fervently, in desperation and despair. He swore that he would leave the yakuza if he ever made it out of here alive. He would be a law-abiding and upright citizen and would never want to endure such torment ever again, even if it meant he had to sell roasted meat on the streets.
"There are hazmat suits in the closet there. The three of you, put it on now."
