After sunset, Katsuro arrived at warehouse 5. The empty warehouse was well within their family territory. Guarded by a few of his family's thugs, there was no other human to be seen. This was not the first time that Katsuro had to do a job like this. He briskly walked in. There were several men inside. A few underlings from his older brother, to supervise of course, a few of his own underlings, to clean up the mess, and two men kneeling on the floor, being tied up with a rope. Obviously those two were the traitors. Katsuro walked towards them with long fast strides. Walking past the first tiep up man he halted in front of the second one. At the moment he stopped he had already his gun pointed at the man and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Nobody made any move to stop him either, both of them would end up dead anyway. Without paying any further attention to the body that fell to the floor, Katsuro turned around to the other man, who had grown a little paler but still kept a stubborn expression. He pressed the still hot barrel of his gun against the cheek of the man. He growled in pain but tried to supress it. "Now, what were you two planning and who else is involved?" Katsuro asked with a deep threatening voice matching his intimidating glare. The man swallowed once but kept his mouth shut. Katsuro gave a sign and his man released the rope from the tied up man. Surprised by this turn of events the man rubbed his wrists. Katsuro had already put his gun away. He knew what was going to come. He glanced over to the dead comrade of the man before him. The man followed his gaze and took the bait. He jumped at Katsuro, planning to beat the shit out of him for killing his friend. However, Katsuro was already prepared for this and swiftly evaded the first punch. Playing with his victim was part of his strategy. Defeating them in a seemingly fair fight was sometimes more effective than torture to break them mentally and get the information they wanted. One thing that he wasn't prepared for was that one of the thugs present would trip him as he took a step backwards. It wasn't one of his own underlings but one of bis brothers'. The other man was also not prepared for this to happen, so he more fell than jumped on him. The resulting situation looked a lot like how he ended up with Greg this afternoon. The other man tried to lock him on the floor but this time Katsuro made quick use of all the openings that the other left. A swift kick distracted the other and released one of his arms. A strong hit to the side got this unwelcome guest of him. Now Katsuro got up his feet and placed a hard kick in the others stomach before he could get up. While his opponent cowered in pain, Katsuro patted the dust of his suit, before placing another swift kick towards the same spot. It was no use to hold the underling of his brother responsible for his fall, that would only make him a laughing stock, so he vented a little of his anger on the traitor before him. Katsuro had probaly broken a few of his opponents ribs already, but that was still not enough. He stepped on the man's hand with full strength until he heard the snapping sound of bones breaking underneath him. Finally the man couldn't hold his voice in anymore and screamed in pain. Katsuro kneeled beside the man. "Now, what were you two planning and who else is involved?" he asked again in the same manner as before. Before awaiting the answer, he slammed the broken hand again. After the man had finished another scream Katsuro only said one more sentence. "So? Feel like talking now?" Finally the man broke and started to mutter about how they would sell secrets of their family to the other family and get protected by them. Of course a large sum of money was also involved. They were the only two involved. That was all that was needed to know. Katsuro pulled his gun and shot the other guy as well. His job was now done here. His underlings would clean up the bodies while the others would report back to his brother. He would probably be delighted to hear that one of them tripped him. The rest of the night he would be busy doing his usual rounds with the usual people collecting the usual 'protection money'. He only got home in the morning when he finally got to take his well deserved shower and his much missed bed.