use of curse-word substitutions had always made Daisuke cringe.

        You’re a gangster, man. No one’s going to come through the door and rap your knuckles with a ruler for swearing.

        It was just one of many idiosyncrasies that continually undermined the respect Raizen wanted so desperately from his men.

        The yakuza lieutenant shook his head, brows furrowed. “Do you even remember being yakuza?”

        Daisuke, once a yakuza with a promising career, tried not to take offense, but felt an undeniable pinch of anger nonetheless.

        You may be the son of the great Oyabun Minowara, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re still the schoolboy I used to protect...

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