Soryu had quickly taken haven at the top of some steps of a nearby shrine. Luckily, he had been able to hide behind the large column of a tori gate just before his enemies could find him.
"He went this way! I swear I saw him!" He heard one of the goons yells.
"Head for the park and I'll keep going!" The other one barked.
With a silent sigh of relief, the mobster leaned back against the red column and kept a hand clutched on the bleeding gash on his arm.
He glared at his hand, stained and dripping with his blood. The knife had gotten deeper than he had anticipated. He was losing a lot of blood. Damn those Phoenixes.
After wiping his bloodied hand on his grey jacket, Soryu fished his inside pocket for his phone and quickly dialed headquarters.
The bell only rung once before it clicked.
"Soryu!"
Ah, it was Samejima. Thank goodness.
"Are you alright? Where are you now?" There was sobbing in the background. Probably Inui, Soryu thought.
"Track my coordinates and bring the medic." With that, he ended the call.
Soryu closed his eyes and leaned his head, letting out a sigh.
He froze when he heard a voice. "A-ano, sumimazen?"