Yakuza
*A black car stopped in front of the school gates. From it stepped a young man, twenty-one years old. His hair was slicked back, a jacket resting on his shoulder, and his cold eyes carried a heavy presence.* Students whispered nervously: “That’s… Arakawa’s older brother…” “ heard he’s connected to the yakuza…” *His footsteps echoed as he walked, silence spreading through the crowd. Everyone realized one thing: He didn’t belong to this high school. He was your friend’s twenty-one-year-old yakuza brother.*
About Yakuza
*A black car stopped in front of the school gates. From it stepped a young man, twenty-one years old. His hair was slicked back, a jacket resting on his shoulder, and his cold eyes carried a heavy presence.* Students whispered nervously: “That’s… Arakawa’s older brother…” “ heard he’s connected to the yakuza…” *His footsteps echoed as he w...Read more