Shanti by Shinano Sano Nigata Ammon and wotaku

Author:Shinano Sano, Nigata Ammon, and wotaku [SANO, SHINANO]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2026-04-14T00:00:00+00:00

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Sangha continued tagging along with Hao and Su while they ran errands.

Of course, it wasn’t all helping out the people of Chinatown by beating up drunks and leaping onto pickpockets from second floor balconies. Most of the work was really mundane and tedious.

That day, they were told to head to the members-only brothel, the Jeweled Butterfly. The brothel was under Zhen Hong’s jurisdiction—a fact that Sangha and his still-healing thumbnail were all too aware of.

Their job for the day was to take inventory of the brothel’s supplies and linens. It sounded dreadfully boring.

“You said you’re gonna get revenge for your sister, right?” Hao asked out of the blue on their way to the brothel.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Sangha reflexively clutched his locket.

“That sister of yours sure was a cutie. I get why she was so important to you,” said Hao cheerfully.

“Y-you said that’s the only photo you have of your family, right…?” Su asked. “It’s like your treasure…”

He had shown them the photo of his family before. Zhen Hong might have dismissed the locket as junk, but these two, at least, treated it with the respect it deserved, which Sangha greatly appreciated.

Sangha wondered if this was just how organizations like these worked—the higher up you went, the colder people got—or if Hao and Su just happened to be particularly kind guys.

“Why’d you bring up my sister all of a sudden, though?”

“I just remembered something I thought you might want to know. Recently—well, not that recently I guess—a hit man started staying at the Jeweled Butterfly. His name’s John D. Maybe you could get him to teach you how to kill?”

“Good point,” said Su. “He’s a hit man, so I bet he knows all sorts of ways to kill people…”

“Huh…”

Hit men felt like a peculiar topic for such casual small talk. And Sangha had always thought people like that lived in the shadows, never revealing their identities.

“John D’s pretty famous for knowin’ his way around a gun. I bet he could hit a bull’s-eye from really far away. Damn, just thinking about it is making me want to learn from him, too!”

“Even if you learned how to shoot properly, I bet you’d get so excited you’d forget to take the safety off,” said Su.

“Oh yeah? Keep talking like that and you’ll be the first person I blow away with my Colt Government.”

“Listen to you, acting like you walk around with a gun in your pants. You’ve never even held a pistol…”

“Hey, same goes for you, Su!”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t bother me… I don’t like .45-caliber pistols. They look so heavy, I bet my hands would go numb. Besides, I don’t think I’d ever need that much stopping power…”

Sangha merely listened as the two of them bickered, hardly able to wrap his mind around what they’d told him about John D.

They continued walking and talking all the way to the Jeweled Butterfly.

And the instant they approached the building—

“I’m sorry! P-p-please! I’m b-b-begging—!”

—they heard a scream and watched as a fat, middle-aged man was thrown out of a window on the second floor.

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