"Well, the Elephant Turtle is right. Yakuza punks really are just like children," the customer sighed deeply, tossing the baseball bat aside.
The aluminum bat slammed onto the floor with a heavy *clang*, gouging a deep dent into the ground—though it felt more like it had smashed right into Noda Kazuma's pride.
This was an insult Noda Kazuma had never experienced before. Someone had actually called him a yakuza child, and right in front of Asō Makoto, no less. Noda Kazuma felt as though his masculine dignity had been trampled upon. Such an insult was simply unforgiving!
Chapter 208