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.,A pair of hands that trembled like chaff reached back hesitantly, and after a while they discovered that their clothes were soaked with cold sweat.,“But now, hahaha, it's too late, everything is too late...”。