["I'm really fed up, John, you have a restaurant with rising popularity, sitting on resources both black and white in this crime-ridden city, yet you do nothing!"]
Kenichi Sora accused.
John was exasperated, picking up the post-meal coffee on the table and taking a small sip.
"We've talked about this, it's meaningless."
["Fuck meaningless! You're just a dumbass going with the flow."]
Sora's emotions flared.
["You can't let the restaurant slip through your fingers, it's a business worth nurturing; you can develop it, expand, and make a name for yourself!"]
"Really?"
John looked up, gesturing towards the TV.
The restaurant was getting busier, and the topics of discussion were all converging on last night's citywide sensational event.
Some marveled at Raphael's handiwork.
Others praised the mercenaries' efficiency.
"I thought I was famous enough."
John's smile disappeared quickly.
