Katsuro was pissed. Apperantly someone had had the nerves to steal from one of the stores under his protection. The damage wasn't big, but his honour demanded that he would track the thief and get the stolen goods back if possible. Placing stores under protection was one of the most annoying jobs that the family does. It doesn't give out a lot of profit but it takes a lot of work. Being into loans, overseeing the black markets, or dealing with land were much more profitable. Of course those were the kind of jobs that Katsuro would never get. Instead he had to track down a measly thief. Luckily one of the ladies of the store next to the victim could give a good description. And it didn't take long for his information network to track the worm down. Standing in front of his appartment they knocked on the door. As soon as they could hear the lock coming off he kicked the door open, making the person behind the door fall over. "Hello there," Katsuro said with a smile that even sharks would be proud of as he stepped inside the small apartment. One of his underlings went with him while the other stood by the door. "I-I d-didn't-t do-o any-t-thing," the person tried to defend himself. "Stealing from one of my friends, you got some nerve don't you?" Katsuro 'friendly' asked. Without waiting for an answer he threw a swift kick at the begging man. He still tried to plead innocence, but that was cured after a surprisingly short beating. This made him change his tactic to pleading for mercy. Katsuro only looked down at the filth on the floor. This man had no honour. However, such a small matter wouldn't have death as a consequence. "Do you know how thieves were dealt with in the past?" he asked the filth. Katsuro ignored the begging for his life and gave his subordinate a look, this one knew what he wanted and went to get it. Another kick and the filth was laying on his back. Katsuro stepped on his arm to fixate it. His underling came back with a bedsheet and a butcher knife. The bedsheet was mostly so that his suit wouldn't be dirtied. "I wonder if the name 'One handed bandit' comes from this as well," he said giving another hint. The filth finally understood what Katsuro was going to do and tried to escape while begging and pleading. It was no use. The screams pierced the night. Soon police and ambulance would arrive. But Katsuro doubted that the filth would dare to open his mouth. He retrieved the stolen goods that had been lying openly on the table. A sigh escaped form his mouth. What kind of idiot loses a hand for a stack of porn dvd's? They left the apartment as if they had just paid a friend a short visit and returned the goods to the shop owner.