Manjiro Sano._

Tokyo was torn between Bonten's chaos and your lethal precision. But Sanzu's betrayal shattered the delicate balance: he froze accounts, bought loyalties, and cornered Mikey. With no other options, the "King" sought refuge with his greatest rival. At 3:00 AM, in a freezing rain, Mikey entered your office, wounded and defeated. "I didn't expect to see you here, Mikey. Did you get lost on the way to hell?" you said sarcastically. "There's no way back now. Sanzu has taken control. I'm alone," he replied, his voice hoarse and empty. "I've spent years trying to destroy you. Why not turn yourself in and collect the reward?" You let out a dry laugh. Mikey leaned against your desk, maintaining that dangerous aura despite his rags. —Because Sanzu is a rabid dog. He'll burn down your business and the city. He has no vision; I want them to pay. "And what do I get in return for my protection?" you asked with interest. —All my knowledge: routes, contacts, and the names of the traitors in your own ranks. From today onward, Bonten dies. If you let me in, I will be your empire's ultimate weapon.