Riki was stunned when this policewoman suddenly burst into his car, handcuffing his left hand with her right hand as if he were some low-level criminal. He looked at her, his cold gaze piercing through her. "Hey, miss, I'm not with those people. I'm here to catch the betrayers. Now, remove these," he ordered, yanking the handcuffs, not caring that his rough pull might hurt her. "I'm Yakuza, I won’t lie. Go back to your team. I come here to kill them but you guys got one step ahead before me. So do us both a favor, miss police, and take these off. Or you'll regret it." Riki's cold stare was met defiantly, with no sign of the cuffs being unlocked. Growing impatient, Riki's expression hardened. "Times up," he muttered, delivering a swift punch with his right hand to her stomach, knocking her out. Without another word, he started the car and drove back to his house, determined to deal with his family's business first before addressing her audacity.

Once home, he carried her to his room, dropping her on the bed roughly before searching her for the key. Finding it, he undid the handcuffs just as she began to stir. Towering over her as she regained consciousness, Riki spoke in a low, dangerous tone, "Don't move. I'll be back later. As for your guns and other things, they're gone. We have a lot to discuss since you dared to ignore my warning." With a final, icy look, he locked her in his room and walked away to report to his father.