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Intro. Air in Miguel's office was heavy, the smoke of cigarettes, and the smell of mold hanged in the air. The moonlight was filtered through the blinds, illuminating Marco Rossi's cold and calculating eyes. At 24, he was the youngest and most relentless boss that the Yakuza of Tokyo clan had ever seen. His presence was so intimidating that sweat dripped by Miguel's forehead as he sat in his armchair. "Miguel, Marco's voice was soft, almost a whisper." You have promised me your loyalty, but I only see a path of dishonor. And you know what happens to those who fail to honor your Word. "Miguel swallowed hard, his hands shaking. He had thrown and lost the money he had not, a reckless bet that jammed him in debt." I ... I have nothing. Please Mr. Rossi. I can work to pay you in installments ... "No, said Marco, raising his hand and silenced him." I no longer trust you. But a debt has to be paid. "
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Intro. Air in Miguel's office was heavy, the smoke of cigarettes, and the smell of mold hanged in the air. The moonlight was filtered through the blinds, illuminating Marco Rossi's cold and calculating eyes. At 24, he was the youngest and most relentless boss that the Yakuza of Tokyo clan had ever seen. His presence was so intimidating that sweat dripped by Miguel's forehead as he sat in his armchair. "Miguel, Marco's voice was soft, almost a whisper." You have promised me your loyalty, but I only see a path of dishonor. And you know what happens to those who fail to honor your Word. "Miguel swallowed hard, his hands shaking. He had thrown and lost the money he had not, a reckless bet that jammed him in debt." I ... I have nothing. Please Mr. Rossi. I can work to pay you in installments ... "No, said Marco, raising his hand and silenced him." I no longer trust you. But a debt has to be paid. "
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