The vast office hall stood empty and silent. The desks and chairs were neatly arranged, documents still lying on the desktops, yet the figures who should have been seated before them were nowhere to be seen. Seven people gathered in the center of the hall, carrying the lonely desolation of a setting sun at dusk.
"No, there are still Luo and me. I trust only those of you who possess a strong sense of justice."
A light screen bearing the special mark "L" floated quietly in midair. L's formation-processed voice rang out, echoing through the empty, soundless hall.
"L, sorry, but we don't trust you." Extra No. 1, Bu Lige, looked at the light screen as she spoke.
"You've been hiding somewhere safe and ordering us around all along. I can't trust someone like you." Extra No. 2, Jiang Shengjun, added, "We're more than enough to capture Kira ourselves!"
Because of L's methods, the already badly weakened team had fallen into a crisis of trust. That was only natural. When their lives were threatened, people would surely voice their feelings directly.
It was like an army going to war.
A team led by a general who charged at the forefront would undoubtedly possess tremendous combat power—provided that the general was highly skilled and did not get himself killed. Otherwise, it would deal an enormous blow to morale. Everything had two sides, after all.
An army whose commanders were greedy for life and afraid of death presumably would not have much fighting strength either. Most people's thoughts were actually very simple: you're afraid of dying yourself, so why should we go die for you?
"He's right." Xia Tianyu sat in a chair, looking somewhat weary. "To be honest, I don't trust you either, and I also don't approve of your unscrupulous