"What is this?"
He asked, with a dagger threatening his neck and another of Ace's men pressing lightly against his back, as if ready to eliminate Gin no matter what in case he did something funny.
"Just an interrogation, that's all. I'm a very meticulous person after all. So just fucking answer the question."
"And why would I do that?"
Ace frowned as he advanced, slowly extending two fingers toward Gin's eyes, stopping just short of touching them.
"If you keep resisting, I'll fucking plug your eyes out right here and now."
Gin looked at Ace indifferently, as if unconcerned by his threat, and sighed before responding in a flat tone.
"I'm Gin. I'm just a rich person who sponsored businesses that I saw that will thrive. I do this to every business I met that has the potential to make me richer, in a way that I could also help them," He paused, "But my real objective is the underworld, you see."
"Underworld?"
