A chill shivered Sangres to his spines despite not feeling the sea breeze. He did not expect any of today ending up like this. He did not know what to think, he did not know what to do. He only knew that he had to escape from the yakuza's country if he wanted to be safe anywhere, even if his idea of safe was not what anyone outside the business would consider anything as.

The fisherman took a look at Sangres. He did not expect anyone besides himself to be on the boat today for some simple maintenance. But here he is steering the helm. The fisherman did not know anything of this gaijin and initially objected to having him not only board his boat but to sail him out to the East China Sea, but as scary and bloody as he looked, it was hard to say no to someone pointing a gun to your temple and perhaps a bundle of cash to make everything worth it.

The destination was Taiwan. He never asked the strange hispanic about anything. He had many questions such as why he's bloody, what happened, why Taiwan, what's in the duffel bag. Perhaps it's best not to ask any questions. Make a quick stop at Taiwan, refuel and leave. It's a day off tomorrow anyway.

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A day has passed since then.

"Good sake," Jiro thought to himself. He was sitting at the counter of the Yellowflag Bar which only had a couple cheap sake when he first had a drink there. It wasn't until he made a name for himself in the area as the new top-notch assassin that Bao decided to stock up on something that tailors to him.

Jiro never thought to establish himself in Roanapur, but it has been around two years of walking the earth and he managed to go in a circle. He didn't know what else he could do other than do it again. Unfortunately with that, money will dwindle and he does not want to become a beggar. It's not cheap arranging safe travels with Jiro's reputation. Roanapur was a name that was thrown around at times back in his PAYDAY days but that was a place none of the gang's contractors had business with. To him now, it was a place he was able to conduct his living for the time being.

"How's the sake, Jiro?" Bao asked. He actually liked Jiro compared to many of his other patrons.

"Very good. I like this," Jiro replied with a smile. It has been a good while since the last time he drank good sake. He still managed to find some around the world but it wasn't always available.

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Jiro looked at the tiny glass cup. "How is everyone doing?" he thought, staring at his own reflection in the drink.

A lot of the gang moved on to pursue other, better things after the last heist and went off on their own ways. Buying a yacht, a casino, an empty lot for a distillery, a castle, and from other things with money to doing things with the money. For Jiro, the money helped but it did not close the chapter to his story. Despite settling the score, it didn't bring him the satisfaction he longed for. It was hard for him with the loss of his wife but having to accept Kento's fate on top of it was difficult to express. A heavy weight on his shoulders and in his heart was an understatement. He can still clearly see the concerned faces of the other members in the safe house after Henry's Rock. And what happened on Hell's Island only made the weight much heavier to bear. But despite it all, he was managing.

At a table inside the Roanapur bar, where the patrons were involved in criminal activity on a daily basis and all had guns to show to not fuck with them, was Revy, Dutch and a new person wearing a black tuxedo named Trevor, who was clearly nervous having to talk to the other two and has gotten used to his new outfit.

"I don't care what he said or how much he's paying us! This dipshit's a liability!" exclaimed Revy, who has had a bit of Bacardi to drink.

Dutch let out a quiet sigh before replying, "It's clear he hasn't had much experience except for driving Mr. Chang around but we are still getting paid for this."

"I don't mind the job, I just don't get why he has to come along. Look at him! I don't even need to have him open his mouth to know he's a fucking idiot."

"It's our job and we accepted it."

"YOU accepted it, Dutch!"

"We let Rock come onboard and he was just as inexperienced as him. At least he was in some shootouts."

"I got your back, guys," Trevor finally said, although his voice was noticeably shaky. "Mr. Chang said I was his best driver."

"That's only because you're lucky. You won't be able to rely on running from the fight forever. Not to mention you're his only driver," Revy scolded. Teeth gritting from impatience.

"That's why Mr. Chang wanted me to tag along for a few of his jobs. Get some experience."

"Dutch, not only he looks like some lanky alien, I bet he doesn't even know how to wield a gun."

"Neither does Rock." Dutch takes a sip from his whisky. "Also, Trevor knows how to shoot."

Revy looks at him bitterly as if she's ready to growl. Trevor was trying his best to act cool as possible. He didn't want to decline the job Mr. Chang gave him but he wasn't comfortable making gun usage a more regular activity. Just driving Mr. Chang around and not getting shot was more than enough, even if he has some experience with firearms.

Back at the counter where Jiro was drinking, he noticed the presence of someone taking a seat next to him. Someone very familiar. Jiro looked at him to confirm.

Jiro was shocked. "Sangres?"

Sangres smiled back. "Hey, amigo!"