"It's a well known fact that any and all previous bosses of the Port Mafia have been killed via assassination. Even though the Boss had been getting older, he kept his health at an optimum level. The fact that he died of a heart attack even though he had suffered no health complications has me worried."
"Hmm, I guess I could perform an autopsy for my old mentor, but—"
"There's nothing interesting about this case. I'm bored." Ranpo yawns.
"Ranpo, Mr. Nakahara over here has graciously decided to let us go if we cooperate. I think we should at least lend our services. It doesn't mean that we'll come up with anything conclusive," Yosano adds quickly.
Chuuya nods solemnly.
"Of course. I just want to know that my inheritance wasn't something that was predetermined by an enemy. The Port Mafia is already vulnerable because of the power vacuum."
Ranpo's eyes twinkle as he surevys the younger man.
"Ah, are you getting cold feet about your new position as the new Boss?"
"Ranpo!" Yosano chastises.
Chuuya growls low under his breath, but doesn't offer a negative answer.
"Regardless, I want justice to be served as it should. The Port Mafia will lend its services to you. Consider it a grace period before we start attacking your Agency again."
Yosano nods while Ranpo grimly stares the ginger down.
"Fine!" The dark haired brunet breathes out with ill attended boredom. "Just let me get my glasses."