Chapter 84 - Yakuza

In the heart of the night, the crickets were chirping, a crescent moon lit up the sky, a man lay motionless, his body burned and bruised, abandoned to the whims of nature. The cold wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of blood. He looked to his left. “No! No!” He said softly, tears coming out his eyes, he tried to move but he couldn't. He tried to scream but he couldn't, and so he lay there hopeless and helpless waiting for death. A man who had been betrayed by his own friend who left for dead. As darkness encroached, his consciousness flickered like a dying flame. He had been certain his end was near when salvation arrived in an unexpected form. “Is he still alive?” One of the group of men asked in foreign language he could not comprehend. “Let me check his pulse” another said and knelt beside him, placing two of his fingers on his neck. “He is, but his pulse is rather faint” he said, still speaking in their foreign language, their presence almost g