Shun paced back and forth, his frustration bubbling over. His crew of lackeys sat in silence, stealing wary glances at each other as they watched their leader muttering under his breath.
"Can you believe this?" Shun spat, fists clenched. "My old man had the nerve to tell me not to go near Ryo Harada again. That son of a bitch, of all people!" He slammed his fist on a nearby table, causing a few of his underlings to flinch. "We lost face because of him, and now I'm supposed to just sit back and take it? Other units are laughing at me."
One of the lackeys, a stocky guy named Hiroshi, muttered under his breath, "It's total bullshit if you ask me. We shouldn't let them get away with it."
Another, a lean guy with tattoos peeking out from his sleeves, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, boss. We could totally take 'em on if we wanted to. Why're we just supposed to back down? Isn't he just a rich boy that flaunts his families power?"
