The figure drawn to the Yamazaki whiskey bottle crouched on the tatami mat of the Shrine Hall, stiff and upright, because Kazama Ruri's cherry-red long sword was pressed against his neck.
One of Kazama Ruri's palms was also pressed against this person's shoulder to prevent him from escaping from under the blade. What startled Kazama Ruri inwardly was that, through the contact of his palm, he could feel that the man before him possessed not only an extremely burly physique, but his tensed muscles were also as hard as rock... Sure enough, he was no simple character; an elderly shrine priest could not possibly possess such formidable physical conditioning. No matter which Yakuza organization this fellow belonged to, he was definitely a fierce and formidable warrior capable of charging into battle and cutting down enemies.
And Kazama Ruri guessed correctly: he was not the only one approaching the Shrine Hall. At that moment, another figure stood outside, confronting Kazama Ruri inside. The other person's confidence stemmed from the pistol in his hand... The sky was too dark, and no light source was lit within the Shrine Hall. Even with night vision far exceeding that of ordinary people, Kazama Ruri could only make out a vague, lean silhouette standing at the doorway. He held a gun, the muzzle aimed in Kazama Ruri's direction, though the model of the firearm was unknown.
Chapter 602