Yamamoto stared at Black Tiger with a complex expression, waiting for his answer.
"Sir, how could I desire your position?" Black Tiger laughed awkwardly.
"Is that so? Black Tiger, you've been with me for over a decade, right?" Yamamoto looked out the window and said thoughtfully.
"Indeed, we conquered this territory together. We were just a small, insignificant gang, and now who dares to belittle us in Shinjuku?" Black Tiger's face showed a touch of pride.
"I've always considered you a brother over the years. If you want the position of leader, I could even give it to you, but the way you're doing this is wrong." Yuamoto's gaze suddenly turned cold as he poured the liquid in his hand onto the ground.
Sssss!
The liquid hit the ground with a harsh sound, bubbling with white foam.
This indicated the potion was highly toxic.
"You've seen through it long ago." Black Tiger's eyes narrowed.
