Yves King had never seen such a spirited Japanese person before. He glanced at Fujiwara Leah, seeming a bit hesitant. Perhaps, after all these years, he had been somewhat unfair to her, but she had always kept a low profile without any demands.
"Heh." Yves King laughed coldly. This kind of scene was all too common in novels and movies.
"You all are part of the organization. We just lost a major shareholder, and the association still needs you. You may go," Fujiwara Leah said, sheathing her sword that had been stuck in the floor, and turned to address them.
"Thank you, Clan Leader, thank you, Clan Leader," the men said, as if they had received an imperial pardon, tearfully grateful and with trepidation, they scurried out like dogs that had lost their homes, trembling with fear.
