A bewitching tone whispered in his ear, gentle and soft.
Uchino Saburo's heart nearly stopped from fright. Thinking of his subordinate who had just exploded, he was filled with despair.
In the past, he had thought of many ways to die: assassination by enemies, usurpation by his son, or defeat in the Yakuza's internal rivalries. But he had never imagined dying like this, nor had he imagined that death could come so swiftly. He was only forty-three years old! Still so young, with such a bright future! In the mornings, he was as energetic as he had been in his youth.
"Stop! Just spare my life, and I'll do whatever you say! I beg you, please show mercy, Lord Dio!" Uchino Saburo's face was full of pleading, the defiant figure from before gone, replaced by a puppy craving its master's touch.
Aozawa said with a smile, "No."
Black Chrysanthemum patterns spread across Uchino Saburo's cheeks.
"Bastard!" He raised his gun to shoot again.
