In the Buddhist temple, Fujiwara Reya closed in on Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step.
"New boss?" he asked mockingly.
Tsuchiya Kazuma clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms: "What advice do you have?"
Endure!
Endure a little longer!
Once the police arrive, he won't be able to run wild.
"Advice I dare not give, I'm just here to settle a score." Fujiwara Reya cracked his knuckles, smiling as he looked around: "During the Golden Week, my Asakusa Shrine was razed to the ground in one night, not a single wall was left standing. Who among you did it? Dare to confess?"
Even though he was smiling, everyone inside felt a chill.
Kitahara Takashi, hiding outside, felt his heart stir slightly.
Growing up on construction sites, he naturally could tell that the final worship hall of the Asakusa Shrine had been forcibly knocked down by machinery. He was puzzled at the time, wondering who dared to touch something that belonged to Master Fujiwara. Now he finally understood.
