***South Delhi, Vasant Kunj, Sreelata Mall — 5:30 PM***
The black sedan rolled to a stop across the street from an aging five-storey commercial building.
Kenzo glanced through the windshield and pointed toward the structure.
"That is the target property, Rohit-sama. The warehouse is on the second floor, while Dozo occupies the fourth."
Rohit studied the building silently.
Earlier, he had spent far longer inside Kuruyami than originally intended. Before accepting the assignment, he had insisted on reviewing every report available—previous negotiations, ownership records, redevelopment proposals, and failed acquisition attempts.
The reason was simple.
He wanted to understand not only why the Yakuza had failed, but also why they were so determined to obtain this particular building.
The answer had surprised him.
