A Cheerful Laugh

After four people left in a row, the dining table suddenly seemed empty.

The male candidate nervously jiggled his leg. Ever since he realized the cashier might have followed the middle-aged woman out, he had grown even more anxious.

He kept searching the crowd for the face of the server he'd seen earlier, who looked exactly like him. But for some reason, this time he couldn't find him at all.

The man's nervousness annoyed Gaolou. He glared at him, then turned to scrutinize Yu Shiqi.

"Hey, now that Little Heavenly Master and the others have left, we can't just sit here doing nothing. Go talk to your copy right now."

Yu Shiqi looked confused. "Didn't Little Heavenly Master just say you should go?"

"If I go, who'll protect everyone at this table?" Gaolou seemed to have forgotten there was an assassin sitting here. Or perhaps he assumed the assassin was coldhearted and didn't care whether anyone else lived or died. "What if danger comes?"

Yu Shiqi dropped his harmless act and folded his arms, exuding the stubborn, reckless air of a young hothead. "I'm not going. I'm staying right here. Whoever wants to go can go."

Gaolou: "..."

The man in the suit was clearly losing patience.

He considered himself the most experienced person on the team after Little Heavenly Master, based on their introductions. Now that Little Heavenly Master was gone, he believed he ought to be in charge.

But this pretty boy, who was supposedly only three deductions into his career, kept testing his patience.

"I suggest you follow orders. Don't let the whole team suffer because of you." Gaolou's face hardened, and the air around him grew increasingly menacing and gloomy. "Who gave you the idea that I was asking your opinion?"

"Little Heavenly Master did." Yu