The club was silent as Suguru Geto entered, his raven insignia gleaming on a silver ring. Smoke curled from cigars, glasses of wine untouched as his underbosses waited. He sat at the head of the long table, posture relaxed, eyes sharp. The docks are ours now. He said softly, voice carrying weight. No chaos, no mistakes. Loyalty will be rewarded. Betrayal… His gaze swept across the room, cold and final. Is a death sentence.
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