However, the expressions on the faces of the Tiger Claw Gang higher-ups in this hall were not very pleasant. They angrily looked at Silver Hair, Wig, and others who pushed open the hall doors and entered, shamelessly greeting everyone.
"Yo, konnichiwa."
The leaders and their thugs drew their blades or guns, disdainful of using highly modified prosthetics like the Mantis Blade.
Ishiguro Shiro's face could turn as black as a pot bottom. If looks could kill, Silver Hair and the others would have been cut into pieces and ground to dust.
He took the Samurai Sword handed to him by his subordinate, gripped the hilt, and with a clang, drew the blade.
"Why are you doing this? We have no grievances or animosity with you."
