But after thinking it over, Irish ultimately did not send it right away.
Instead, he suppressed the killing intent in his heart and wrote a few words of apology before heavily pressing the confirm button. He pressed it with enough force to seem as though he wanted to smash the phone.
After dealing with the email, Irish looked down at the man by his feet. "Still haven't remembered anything about Uzo?"
Himuro Reiji jolted. "I-I remember now! Uzo was the one who ordered me to kill him!"
...In truth, he had no idea what the hell Uzo even was. But as a criminal who relied on his brains, he realized that if he did not redirect attention quickly, he was probably in trouble.
Hearing this, Irish paused slightly.
The expression in his eyes was unreadable, with little sign of joy. After thinking for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Tell me everything about him—how he contacted you, what characteristics he has."
Himuro Reiji smacked his lips, his mouth bitter. How would he know? He had never even met that person!
But the lie had already left his mouth. If he now did what he did when teasing the police and said to this vicious thug, "Haha, I was just messing with you," then he was finished. Once he had spun a lie, he had to keep making it up, even on his knees...
"H-He contacted me by email, of course. As for his characteristics..." Himuro Reiji began to use his imagination—someone who made this vicious thug wary had to be another vicious thug.
"He's very tall and powerfully built, with a vicious face. There's a scar on his face, and lots of them on his body too..."
Thud—
Irish grabbed his hair and slammed his forehead hard against