"We will quickly find you a place, don't worry."
The guard took the suitcase of money from Lia. Ko straightened his suit's top, turning himself as if he was about to take his leave.
"You are free to enjoy the rest of the night, but tomorrow, I will divulge the details of your new job. Don't be too late. Goodnight."
He then took a walk off toward a door with two of his men walking behind.
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"Aaaaargh!"
Jay's judo throw sent the man crashing into the wall. The second sound of the night, and this one causing Sero to groan once more. He and Cale were already in the middle of their dance in the night, and all of a sudden, there just had to be something to interrupt their evening.
"Damn it!"
Finally getting himself up, he quickly slipped on his jeans, pretty much pissed off right now that they were making this much noise.
"I'm going to kick their asses," he said, buckling up. "Stay right here, doll. I'll be back."
From Naota's end, his dash in caused the men to worry more than be confident. Even though there were five of them to one, this man had just taken down three men at once. He was fast and obviously no normal person. His capabilities reminded them of the assailants they heard stories about throughout their lives as Yakuza, the type of men who killed quick and efficiently. Professional hitman of the highest caliber, the nightmares of the streets. And here was one of them right in the middle of their party. What luck they had! How the hell could they be cursed with such an unfortunately event! That was what went through their half drunken minds. They could hardly think straight. Only adrenaline caused them to be as alert as they were.
Naota's skills were too much for the man he rushed at. The Yakuza tried to hit Naota with the lamp, but instead ended up using it to stop the first attack. He took notice of the second strike at the last second. He avoided the knife thrusting into the thorax of his neck, but it still managed to leave a bloody gash past the right of his neck. Striking a major artery, the man yelled out in pain, dropping his lamp as he fell to the floor grasping his now bleeding wound.
Clearly, the men were even more terrified now. The women were already running toward the door, opening it and rushing out while screaming down the hall, nearly trampling over Kitler who fell backwards to the floor. What the hell was this man?! He had to be a hitman. Someone had sent him to kill them!
One of the men cursed loudly in Japanese: "Kusokurae!" Drawing up some courage from his panicking heart, he rose upwards his chain, and whipped it in Naota's direction, aiming to slap him across the face, body, or whatever with it. Range. Yes, if he could just keep the man from getting close to them, they may have a chance to keep their lives. They had to.
BAM!
Sero was nearly struck by the door as it was kicked in, avoiding it in time to where he backed away against a drawer.
"Nanda," he shouted, saying "What the Hell" in Japanese.
When he saw it was another woman, he frowned quickly on his face. She was not one of the women who were present originally at the party.
"Who the hell are you?!"