Katsuro's phone went off as well. He picked up without saying anything, only listening. "No... Patrolling the neutral zone," he said while looking at the stranger leave again. "Understood." He got up and put out the cigarette in his pocket astray. It seemed like one of his 'clients' wanted to make a run before he came around to make his rounds. He casually strolled along the road, almost looking like a normal business man. At the border to the turf of his family two men in suits were waiting and joined him without a word. Leading him to a black car with shaded windows. These two were his personally picked underlings. He had a few more but he liked these two the best. One of them was an expert on hand to hand combat while the other was an expert with any kind of blade. Adding himself and his expertise in guns, he believed to have compiled a good team. Silently he was driven to the location. It was a nightclub that was still closed for the day. The other two went around the back while Katsure approached the front door. His relaxed look had given way for a stern intimidating glare that could even make a grown man shrink away. And a grown man it was that tried to sneak out the front door. "My friend, where are you going at this time? Don't you know that today is collection day?" Katsuro spoke to the man in a semifriendly manner. Still the man jumped as if he had been shot at. While the man turned pale and tried to uther excuses, Katsuro gestured him back inside. "Let's talk some business my friend, come one."