Headquarters? Hell no. Dojima likely knew better than to hop into the hideout of the Dragons or the Skulls.
The best way to speak to Boss Guzma is to entice him with something he can't deny, and the big boss was a hell of a sweet tooth.
It was a quiet diner, with many of the customers there seated on the furthest opposing end of the place as possible, as grunts were munching away on hamburger steak and fries and taking down drinks like it was nobody's business but theirs. But Guzma had helped himself to a chocolate milkshake, feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He physically was checked out of this whole thing, but there was a logic in letting a sniffing cop know the truth so the authorities would go bother someone else for a change.
It was clear to many that both the Dragons and the Skulls had been slowing their roll lately in their rivalry. Why?
"Whatchu want, my sad backstory, or are we doing the dance where you dumps pin something unrelated on me 'cause you're short on your quota?"
LET THIS SHITSHOW BEGIN
The best way to speak to Boss Guzma is to entice him with something he can't deny, and the big boss was a hell of a sweet tooth.
It was a quiet diner, with many of the customers there seated on the furthest opposing end of the place as possible, as grunts were munching away on hamburger steak and fries and taking down drinks like it was nobody's business but theirs. But Guzma had helped himself to a chocolate milkshake, feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He physically was checked out of this whole thing, but there was a logic in letting a sniffing cop know the truth so the authorities would go bother someone else for a change.
It was clear to many that both the Dragons and the Skulls had been slowing their roll lately in their rivalry. Why?
"Whatchu want, my sad backstory, or are we doing the dance where you dumps pin something unrelated on me 'cause you're short on your quota?"