"Fine, I can give you the money, but you must assure me that you will leave Tokyo immediately, no! Leave Japan."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then spoke.
"I didn't need you to tell me that, I'm still young, and not so eager to retire in prison," Takeda Ichiro said indifferently, holding the phone in his right hand while his eyes scanned his surroundings through the windshield, his left hand intermittently feeding bread to his mouth.
"That would be best. The amount of money you want is not small, so I need some time to prepare."
"Three days," Takeda Ichiro stated a number, then added a few more words, "I'll give you three days. Keep your phone line clear, I'll call you again in three days."
Once he finished speaking, he hung up directly and continued to leisurely munch on his bread alongside his sparkling water.
