C171 Shura's field

"Who do you think you are? "Scram to the side."

tattooed man didn't give any face at all as he pushed the boss, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, down to the ground with a wave of his arm.

"What are you doing?"

I slapped away tattooed man's hand that was grabbing my collar, then pushed him in front of me and flipped him over.

"Boss