Editing Edward McHaggis (section)

=== The Yakuza Resurgence ===
On April 2nd, the Yakuza made their return to Los Santos. After suffering losses during the last crisis, they arrived with a new agenda—reclaim lost influence and reestablish their power base. The return didn’t shake the city immediately, but for Edward, the reappearance of the Yakuza stirred unease. He knew the debt they held over him still lingered, and he had made far too many enemies.

Roughly two to three weeks later, Edward left Rancho behind. With his businesses fractured and the city growing more hostile, he drove eastward to his hideaway near Mount Gordo, tucked along the weathered trail. In his mind, it was just another retreat—a moment of calm.

But he didn’t realize he was being tailed.

A Karin Previon followed him, blending into traffic just long enough. As Edward exited the city and accelerated along the coast, he unknowingly lost his pursuers, his mind elsewhere. To him, it was just a scenic drive.

The next evening, just as Edward was preparing to leave his cabin, two Yakuza operatives approached—[[Yorinobu Honda|Yorinobu]] and [[Ryōma Kuroda|Ryoma]]. Their sudden appearance was a cold reminder that Edward was never truly safe. Weapons were drawn.

Edward reached for his railgun, levelling it at the two men. The three stood in tense silence until Yorinobu broke it, demanding payment for the old debt. But Ryoma, perhaps too eager, revealed something more: they had Marty.

Yorinobu snapped, furious at Ryoma for revealing their leverage so soon. But the damage was done.

Edward was unimpressed by the offer and asked bluntly how many times he had to pay off this so-called debt. He wasn’t charmed by these goofs and gave them nothing—only a flat "I’ll think about it," before turning his back and walking away. Bound by Yorinobu’s strict orders not to fire unless provoked, the two stood in silence as Edward walked back down the trail.

As he approached his Corvette, Edward pulled out his phone and dialled Jim.

"Two Yakuza goofs just approached me," Edward said dryly. "Tried to make a deal."

Jim’s voice on the other end was hesitant, the tension from their last encounter still lingering. But Edward didn’t care. He was tired of the games, tired of the drama. "It is your problem now. Not mine. I’m done with all of it, ha," he said coldly. Jim tried to salvage the conversation, asking if Edward could at least pretend to entertain the Yakuza’s offer. Edward answered vaguely, a detached "we’ll see what I can do," before hanging up. With nothing resolved, the call ended abruptly. Jim was left confused, and the rift between them widened further.

Edward didn’t linger. He drove to the airport and boarded a flight to Ireland, not looking back for even a moment.

Jim, once a close ally, now felt like a stranger—someone from a chapter of Edward's life that had long since closed. The call had confirmed what Edward already knew deep down: he was done caring. According to Edward, Jim had offered nothing in return for loyalty, no help in his revolution, nothing. Edward was a changed man now. Gone was the camaraderie, the shared strategy, the mutual respect. In its place stood cold pragmatism. He only moved now for profit, for leverage, for legacy.

Edward wasn’t doing favours. He wasn’t cleaning up anyone else’s mess. And he sure as hell wasn’t pretending that old friendships still meant anything. His mind wasn’t on Los Santos anymore. It was on Scotland—and the second revolution that awaited him. After Alexa killed Yorinobu and freed Marty, Edward quietly left Los Santos, setting for yet another Revolution, a revolution that would succeed and make him the King of Scotland.