chapter 20

Inishola sat in his office, a dimly lit room filled with artifacts from his homeland. The air was heavy with the scent of sandalwood, and the soft hum of a traditional Japanese string instrument playing in the background. The leader of the Japanese mafia was a figure of immense power and respect, known for his unyielding sense of honor and his strategic brilliance. His sharp, piercing eyes scanned the documents before him, each one meticulously detailing his next move.

He glanced up as the door opened and his son, Kamsy, stepped in.

Kamsy was a younger version of Inishola, with the same lean build and sharp features. He had been groomed from a young age to take over the family business, learning the intricacies of their operations and the importance of maintaining their reputation.

"Father," Kamsy said, bowing slightly. "We have received the details regarding Kelsey. Our sources have narrowed down his location."

Inishola nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good. We will proceed with