"Is this woman Suzuki Wako?"
A burly man with a scar on his face, looking fierce, held a sword in his right hand. His shoulder bore a tattoo of an Azure Dragon. He coldly stared at the woman in a Sakura kimono crawling out from a Rolls-Royce and questioned her.
"That's right! It's her. The chairperson wants this woman."
The scholarly man beside the burly guy, obviously a person of influence in the underworld, had narrow eyes flashing with cunning light. He greedily surveyed Suzuki Wako, who was lying in a pool of blood, barely alive, and spoke sternly.
"Hah! The chairperson talked so strongly, I thought it was someone truly formidable? Did not expect such a worthless woman to cause us so much trouble."
The burly man sneered, showing dissatisfaction with the chairperson's decision, and spoke coldly.
"Enough, quickly drag this woman into the car and hand her over to the chairperson, then we have nothing to do with this matter."
