Yakuza Martial Arts

Lin Yu's silhouette, hunched over a stack of papers, was cast on the wall behind him by the dim candlelight, resembling a ferocious ghost reaching out with claws.,The air behind him turned incredibly cold, like stepping into an ice cellar.,He was a man who had always been raised in comfort and luxury, knowing only pleasure. How could he possibly care about the lives of poor villagers But the results were...。