Talking About Profit
"You are... Hmm, your voice sounds a little familiar."
Li Bai blinked and looked the other man up and down. He had a completely unfamiliar face, and Li Bai had no memory of him.
He had never seen this man before, as far as he could remember, yet there was something familiar about him.
"I'm Wilson Brownwilly Churchill, chairman of Wilson Security Limited Company of the British Empire. A pleasure to meet you! Here's my business card!"
The white-haired old man deftly pulled out a business card and offered it with both hands.
He hadn't given one to Commander Cui earlier, but now he was giving one to Li Bai. His attitude was completely different from before.
"Wilson, Wilson... Hmm, I remember now. That Nakamura Ueya—or perhaps I should call him Ono Seira—was reported by you, wasn't he?"
Li Bai suddenly understood. He finally remembered.
That day, when they were hunting for Qin Yulong (Hatano Ryu), they'd brought back a group of unlucky kids. Some of them had been wrongly accused, and some hadn't.
Ono Seira, who had impersonated the paper merchant Nakamura Ueya, was one of the guilty ones. He had now become a bounty, and although the money hadn't arrived yet, Li Bai was sure Yamamoto Takeo and the Japanese government wouldn't welsh on it.
The price of welshing was too high. Li Bai had connections in Japan, too.
"That was me. A pleasure to meet you!"
Wilson switched to Japanese.
That confirmed it even more: his voice was exactly the same as the one Li Bai had heard that night.
"Right, here's your reward for reporting him!"
Li Bai flicked his little hand, producing a crisp hundred-dollar bill, which he handed over.
Rewards for merit, penalties for wrongdoing—fair to all, young and old!
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