Somewhere in Ramu...
Inside of a random warehouse.
''THEY'RE COMING!'' A man with a nasty scar on his neck yelled anxiously.
''Already?!'' A man with a business suit yelled with shock. ''Weren't they in Yakuza hideout not long time ago?!''
''They already took care of them! They have fucking Martial King on their squad!''
''Fuck! Fuck!'' The man with a business suit anxiously walked back and forth.
''Pack the Crates, we need to get fuck outta here!'' The man with a business suit decided and started barking the orders.
Trucks started to appear in front of their warehouse, and they quickly started grabbing everything in their hands and throwing them at trailers of the truck.
They managed to pack up half of the stuff... Until helicopters appeared in the sky.
''THEY ARE HERE!'' The man with a scar on his neck yelled, he quickly ran towards the truck and jumped to the passengers' seat.
