C27 The Vulture’s Opportunity

Daisuke leaned back in the leather chair, cigarette smoke curling above him like a ghost. Across the table, one of his informants shifted nervously, eyes darting anywhere but his boss’s.

“So,” Daisuke drawled, flicking ash into the tray. “The great Dragon sent his dogs… and they came back beaten?”

The man nodded quickly. “Hai, Daisuke-sama. Arun… fought them off. He’s still loose