This was getting nowhere.
Even if I kept pretending to be in pain, it wouldn't change the fact that my options were limited, and honestly the idea of killing this bastard right now was far too tempting.
My last option was to concede: negotiate now, get my revenge later.
"I..."
Just as I was about to give up, the crushing pressure on my body suddenly vanished.
'What happened?' I raised my head and looked around.
Sakamoto was annoyed, and I followed his gaze to see an old man in his eighties walking with a black crane.
He wore a traditional long robe, the fabric deep navy with golden embroidery tracing the shape of a dragon across the chest and down the front.
In his eyes gleamed two pairs of silver aviator glasses, matching the gray of his hair perfectly.
Beside him, two others walked in simpler, more practical robes.
The intensity in their eyes and the way they carried themselves made it clear they were far from ordinary bodyguards.
