In a high-end private club in Otaru City, Yamaguchi was receiving a final massage for his big wedding the next day. His assistant, a middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor, sporting gold-rimmed glasses, lay beside him on the pristine, soft bed, both enjoying the expert strokes of two Japanese masseuses.
As the masseuses worked their magic, occasionally brushing their ample bosoms against the men's backs and arms, Yamaguchi and his assistant remained unperturbed. Such suggestive gestures held no allure for them; they were accustomed to this level of entertainment.
Their two burly bodyguards stood vigilant at the door, elite soldiers recruited from special forces by the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi never ventured out alone, and bringing two guards was his standard caution.
