AVENGING THE MAFIA'S KING DEATH

PREY AMONG HUNTERS

Because the mouth speaks out of the abundance of the heart, Onishi knew the drunkard's speech shouldn't be taken with leniency.

Since then, he had been deep in thought about himself, and the environment where he had suddenly found himself.

Could he be the butterfly who thought it was a bird as the drunkard implies?

He was convinced there is more to his speech, rather than a mere slip of the tongue, and the safest way out is to seek refuge somewhere.

Sneaking out of Greenwich island is easier for those who knew their way. Luckily for Onishi, who had been smuggling illegal liquor from neighbouring islands into Greenwich island years back, liquors that end inside Johji Inn, then sold to gullible customers, getting out of the island is the easiest of all tasks, and finding where to hide is not a hard task as well. He had built networks of trusted allies who are ready to harbour him as long as he desire.

The young illegitimate prince sighed, shrugged, then walked among the rows of chair