[attr="class","weaselthepits1"]The local bastion of degeneracy casually strolled through the streets of the east district city on a starry night, his left hand was buried in his pocket and his right hand placed a lit cigarette between his lips. The first drag of a cigarette was always the sweetest, so he took a slow and long drag from his cigarette while walking. As Fujin strolled through the seediest parts of the city, his eyes took in the mannerisms of countless well-dressed women and men as they roamed the night in search of thrills or drugs to satiate their inner demons and desires. In most cases, Fujin could tell what kind of demon someone was trying to satiate by examining their body language. Some were out in the night in search of a remedy to their loneliness, Some just wanted thrills to make them forget about their boring day job, and others just needed alcohol or other substances to numb their pain. Fujin could see these desires in people at a glance, almost as if it were a sixth sense that he had developed over the years, due to working in the criminal underworld for all his life.

Jin had learned that most people had simple desires that he could manipulate for his own gain, and he often did. But in all honesty, Fujin also had simple desires and inner demons of his own. However, unlike most people, the thing Jin desired couldn’t be bought at a club or from a random drug dealer. Instead, Fujin’s desire could only be satiated by buying the entire club and having the drug dealer work for him. For you see, Power was Fujin’s drug of choice, and tonight he would satisfy his need for more power by forcefully buying another business that someone had poured blood, sweat, and tears into building. The dark-haired gangster continued to stroll down the street in thought while inhaling more smoke from his cigarette and exhaling it nonchalantly. As he walked, his eyes calmly shifted to the bright and colorful neon lights that decorated nearly every shop front and rooftop in the city. He had always found it funny how these simple neon decorations were able to make the dangerous nightlife seem so cheery, beautiful, and full of wonder. Then again, Fujin also understood that all that was beautiful was dangerous. That’s how traps worked, and this city was one big, beautiful trap. One that enticed millions with promises of wealth, fun, and convenience.

After a second or two Fujin snapped himself out of his train of thought about the city as he exhaled more smoke into the air. Then he calmly gave a nod to a common thug while walking past him on the streets. The thug was obviously looking for an easy mark for tonight. Fujin could clearly see the look of hunger on the thug’s face as he walked past him. It was a familiar look that meant some unlucky soul would lose their valuables or their lives tonight at the hands of that common thug. But that barely bothered Jin as he walked past his fellow criminal because he understood that the nighttime was irreversibly intertwined with death. When Fujin finally reached the nightclub he had planned to buy tonight, two of his men were already waiting for him outside. Both of his men wore fancy suits and looked as though they were in their mid-thirties. Clearly, not the kind of company Fujin wanted to keep on a lovely night like this, but business was business. ” Did you bring the contract?” The yakuza boss’ voice was low, calm, and smooth.

In response one of the two men in suits nodded before revealing a small laptop bag they were carrying. Then once Fujin had seen the bag he gave a subtle nod, threw his cigarette away, and began walking down the stairs that would lead him into the underground nightclub. For a moment, one of the bouncers attempted to stand in front of him, but he swiftly moved aside upon noticing the gangster’s face. Fujin then proceeded to open the doors to the nightclub and walk-in. The moment he crossed the threshold into the establishment, all of his senses were assaulted by all kinds of stimuli. The loud music rang through his ears, the bright strobe lights from the ceiling shone on him in an attempt to burn his retina and his nose was tantalized by the scent of alcohol. ” Give the contract to the owner of the nightclub. If he gives you any problems, tell him I’m out here having a drink.” Fujin had to raise his usually calm tone due to the loud music, but his men understood the mission and began heading for the owner’s office.

The contract he had instructed them to deliver would instantly transfer the ownership of the nightclub to Fujin if the owner signed it. In return the owner would receive a sum of money that was slightly lower than the actual price of the nightclub. He didn’t know if the owner would accept his lowball offer or not, but that didn't concern him much because he knew he could persuade the owner one way or another. So while his men delivered the contract, Fujin made his way to the bar and ordered himself a glass of Jagermeister. He sat comfortably on the barstool and waited for his drink while looking around at all the patrons of the club.