Seventy Seven

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Half a year had passed since the death of Terushima Sou, and the alcohol business had gone through the roof, with profits sky-rocketing. Who knew that the trio, Nao, Daisuke and Ao would work so well together at managing a business?
Oh and running the Red Aces. The plan was working with members of the Red Aces still believing that nothing had remained unchanged. Although, it was soon time for you to break the news of Terushima's death to the men, so the gang could finally be formed under the Ashinuke name.
You continued to work at the bar alongside John and Akio (from time to time). Your hair was clean and tidy, back to the normal wolf cut hairstyle just linger than before, since you just recently attended the hairdressers. Kai's underground drug business was doing well too, with business coming and going. Everything was going according to plan.
Within the past six months, the Fangs, which ruled the East of Yokohama had ended up cowering in fear from your growing power, and had disbanded, leaving the area into your hands. The Fangs's members had disappeared into thin air with no trace, leaving you to assume that they had joined the Bulldogs. This was trouble, as that meant the Bulldogs had risen in numbers, which meant they were preparing themselves for a gang war within the next few months.
However, Ashinuke now had control of all of Yokohama, except for the North.

You were currently standing next to Ao, at the meeting place of the Red Aces.

"Evening members of Red Aces. I have some tragic news. I regret to inform you all, but the boss of the Red Aces has run away from his duties." Murmurs erupted from the crowd as Ao continued. You felt the eyes of the men staring at you.

"This person standing next to me is the boss of Ashinuke, Eiji. Our boss left a small note, let me read it to you.

Members of the Red Aces. Me leaving behind this letter means that I am in danger. I have run away from everything that I currently own, and start a new life away from the city. In spite of this, I was able to meet the young boss of Ashinuke, Eiji. She has given me the greatest promise of taking care of my gang. So treat her as you would treat me. Accept her as your new boss, she will lead you all to the goal we all want achieved. The unification of all of Yokohama.

Sincerely, proud boss of the Red Aces.

That is the final message from the boss." Ao folded the letter and placed it into his pocket. "Now, I welcome Eiji to the microphone." The crowd was silent, ad you walked forward from behind Ao.

"Hello everyone. I'm Eiji. Nice to meet you all. I hope you all will follow me to see the ultimate goal of the unification of Yokohama. The Red Aces will be no more. You are all now affiliated under the name of Ashinuke, so welcome to our gang. The truce is no more, however you are now free to do whatever in Ashinuke's area, which currently resides to everywhere but the north. Of course, some rules apply, including leaving the public out of our gang affairs. Other than that, I've got nothing else to say, except," you removed the microphone from close to your lips before yelling into it.

"WELCOME TO ASHINUKE!" The crowd roared the Ashinuke name as you continued to hype up the crowd. You took a step back, as Ao took the microphone back, after smiling at you.

The Red Aces are finally no more, with the Bulldogs your only worry. You had travelled back to the bar with Ao in his car. You walked through the back door, where Akio was drinking alone. You assumed that Daisuke and Nao were at their office dealing with their business, and that Kai was also at his place, sorting out his finances or something along that line. Akio seemed to be relaxed, drinking the alcohol he served himself.

"Everything alright, Akio?" You asked, sitting next to him. Ao sat down on the otherside of Akio.

"Yea~," he slurred. "I'm just stressed that's all." He gulped down the rest of his drink, and slammed his glass down onto the counter. He pushed the glass forward and crossed his arm and rested his head on the counter.

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