“P-Please give me a little more time!”
Such voices reached Yashiro’s ears when he had just set his foot on the main road of the 42nd Ward. The road that was big enough for two carriages to pass each other, with restaurants and bars lined up on both sides.
In the middle of such a road, there was a man who prostrating himself and a muscular man with rugged beard, skinhead and a villain-looking face, standing upright before him.
“I don’t want to get involved with this guy.” — would be the first thing that comes into your mind when you see him. He was that kind of a man………………..