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.,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...,And his originally bloodless, pale face slowly began to flush.。