Eating fries so calmly in the enemy's lair gave off a somewhat irreverent air, but it was also proof of his strength.
It had worked out by pure coincidence.
"I still need to confirm something."
The professor stood up and calmly walked toward the door, his gleaming bald head shining.
"There are Venom Spider Mechs outside. Remember to avoid their attack range, watch out for self-destruction, and stay safe."
"I know."
"My lord, do you know how much we'll have to pay because you casually smashed the elevator?"
"Doesn't Anti-Entropy have plenty of funds?"
"But those were hard-earned funds from Chief Einstein and Chief Tesla's concerts, along with money Animation Inc. earned for Anti-Entropy. Hiring troops and renting hotels are reasonable expenses, but please don't smash an elevator by accident."
"..."
"So that's where the funding comes from?"
he said doubtfully.
He seemed rather unconvinced.
"Those two old women? Holding concerts? Haven't they faded into obscurity yet?"
Forget it. It didn't matter.
As long as he was careful and didn't damage anything, it would be fine, right?
Just as he relaxed, he saw the balding old professor emerge from the room where he was supposed to be quietly staying, looking grim. His mood immediately soured, because he knew the professor was definitely about to ask another stupid question.
"Tell me where the next stop is."
"Anti-Entropy's operations are kept under strict confidentiality. Even if you ask me that, you won't get an answer."
"You won't answer?"
He walked to the window, suddenly opened it, and sat on the sill.
"If you don't answer, I'll jump straight down. I'm your transport target. If I die, your mission will become meaningless too. So tell me, where's the next stop?"
Veins bulged on Walter's forehead.
"You old bastard, you just have to