"That kid's just like Zhang Chiguo."
By the time Han Su left, the atmosphere in the club had been thoroughly ruined. Only then did Ms. Red Trench Coat speak in a low voice:
"Stubborn as a mule."
The rosy-nosed man slowly massaged his temples, picked up the flask, and took a swig before letting out a breath of alcohol. "Maybe the kid just hasn't learned the hard way yet."
"But we have to admit, in any circle, the most troublesome people are kids like that who don't know their place. Even gangsters are wary of reckless hotheads who don't think about the consequences, act like they know best, and have no idea what it means to put the bigger picture first."
Thinking of how this young man had dared to contradict her to her face before he'd even officially received his investigator's license—and how she had merely been angry, without even thinking to do anything about it—Ms. Red Trench Coat felt increasingly uneasy.
"What about Night Lamp and Mr. Green Hat? We need their support for this plan."
The Drunk Investigator said, "Night Lamp has been focused on deciphering the Life Code, and Green Hat only has eyes for women."
"They neither support nor oppose the plan, but they're happy to do less work and take a break."
"Right now, all I can hope is that Zhang Chiguo has the sense to be careful. The tide is coming. Stirring up trouble within the Disaster Management Bureau is absolutely not a smart move. And this time, he even arranged for that kid to use Miss Ai to make a recording. That was going a bit too far."
Ms. Red Trench Coat nodded in agreement. Then she suddenly remembered something, her expression turning grave as she said:
"But no matter what, don't