"You need not worry about this, Mr. Wakatsuki. We've already made arrangements."
Yamada Ichirō, the head of the Neon Concession garrison, spoke, his voice as cold and hard as steel. It was unsettling, as if the speaker wasn't a man, but a gun, or a sword.
"Oh?"
Wakatsuki Kei's expression shifted slightly.
"The Jinmen Martial Arts Association is hardly a monolith. To put it bluntly, it's just an aggregation of interests, formed by countless chambers of commerce and factions. Where interests are involved, people can be bought as long as the price is right. In the nearly one hundred years since the concessions were established after the East Sea War, we have not been idle."
