Mikey and Draken walked calmly to the entrance of the abandoned factory grounds leading to the hideout where the inner circle of the Tokyo Manji gang usually hangs out. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and spray paint, whose empty cans had been left lying on the ground in front of their slanted works of art. A wide, cheeky grin was on Mikey's lips as he walked towards the entrance of the factory grounds and scrutinized The Newcomer who dared to venture this far.

"My, my, my, look at that, Ken-chin, what do we have here? A little rat snooping around where it doesn't belong?"

Mikey whistled confidently, snacking messily on a dorayaki that his second-in-command had just thrown to him, after his leader had been kinda fussy just a few minutes ago.