The truth struck the Syndicate Boss like a physical blow. He looked frantically toward his Yakuza partner, trying to salvage the situation, but the damage was irreversible.
The Asian underboss stood up smoothly, the silk of his black kimono-jacket rustling in the quiet room. He completely ignored the Syndicate Boss. Instead, he turned to the Waitress and offered her a deep, respectful bow. He recognized true power and intelligence, and he recognized that the man in the charcoal suit possessed neither. Without uttering a single word, the Yakuza partner turned and walked out of the heavy velvet doors, instantly killing the multimillion-dollar underworld alliance.