The guys were careless, paying no attention to Kazuo who made no attempt to conceal the fact that he was watching them. He didn’t approach. He was outnumbered and outmatched. But he wasn’t about to let them get away with it in this area. He would have to wait until they dispersed.
He held up his phone, took a picture, and sent it to his brother. Just as the message disappeared from his screen, they started moving. Kazuo’s muscles tensed; perhaps they had saw him take the picture and weren’t too happy.
They hadn’t, or if they had, they didn’t seem to care. They were merely heading their separate ways.
His eyes picked out the one that had supplied the drugs. He would be the one to follow. As soon as the other boys were out of sight, Kazuo began to trail him. He wasn’t looking to fight, even if his chances were somewhat better now that the others had left. For all he knew, the guy had a weapon that he would be quick to use. Kazuo had a knife, but last time that led to some painful memories. He would have to wait to confront the guy for when Kazuya and the others were around. Intimidation meant nothing if Kazuo were to fight and lose. He couldn’t take the chance.
For now, he would focus on where the guy was coming from.