the Defectives

Inside a well lit office, the man on white tailored coat that has ordered someone to investigate Haechi reason of being put up wanted could be seen reading a paper.

that is just like him, he has already dispose the two without wasting time, he is really Death Emissary, the most ruthless among all the defectives the Scarecrows produced.

"Sir what do we do now" the dude that he instructed to investigate Haechi's case asked.

"we do nothing Kakashi, we do absolutely nothing.

his next cause of action will be taking out the kyetume Gang, that is already helping us out enough" the man on white said.

"sir he killed a police chief and a deputy" The dude whose name was Kakashi said to the man on white trying to jot his brain back to the situation they were in.

"it is just a police chief, we can always assign another.

bury the case and assign someone new as Chief" the man on white said nonchalantly.

"okay sir" Kakashi answered as he left the office.

It should be five years now, it is great getting news about him, the man on white said with a smile after Kakashi left.

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Haechi walked into an inn with a cigarette lit.

"sake" he ordered as he seat with his cigarette stick puffing out smoke.

"here is your Sake" a girl seemingly the waitress said as she pass Haechi a mug filled to the brim.

gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Haechi downed the drink in one go.

"it doesn't even hit anymore," Haechi said to himself as he turned the mug downward to see if anything still remain inside.

"Sake, bring me the very best that you have" Haechi said as he continued with his smoke while waiting for his drink.

"you seem to have enough money to spend, How about you buy some brothers some drink" A scrawny looking man that you can tell is a samurai just by mare look said as he walked up behind Haechi.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! haechi gulped down the whole drink once again in one go, The waitress has actually served him the drink when the man was walking up to him.

"there is no place it is written that anybody with enough money to spend will buy drink for some brothers" Haechi said as he puffed out smoke.

"you haven't been around in the inn long enough to know that anybody with enough money to spend buy drinks for brothers then" The man said as he raise his hand to touch Haechi at the shoulder.

Crisp! a swift sound was heard as the mans hand was cut clean off.

"i am allergic to human touch, you can explain more about buying drinks for brothers keeping distance, Sake! Haechi ordered again as he smoke while waiting for his next mug.

he could clearly see a few people has stood up from their chair after he cut off the mans hand.