When someone yelled 'brains' out loud, the yakuza, who were usually tough as nails, were suddenly all retching.

They had taken lives before, but they had never truly faced danger in the genuine sense, as they had the protection of the Yamaguchi-gai.

But now, realizing their comrade's brain had been blown out, and in this pitch-black environment with nothing to rely on, there was no doubt this was hell.

Someone yelled, "Shoot! It doesn't matter who's there. Shoot them down!"

Despite Japan's strict firearms control, the Yamaguchi-gai still had stores of firearms, even if they couldn't really afford to let every single member carry one.

However, any incident where a gun was shot would immediately escalate the situation, so they would always stick to knives if they could.

Be that as it may, this was not the time or situation for restraint—they would die not knowing why if they didn't fire back!

But even as they pulled out their guns, they realized another problem.

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