"..."
The confidant silently watched his high-spirited boss, feeling that while the ideal was plump, reality might not go so smoothly. Never mind whether Kid actually had any clues about Uzo—if he did, that Phantom Thief had been flaunting himself around the world for nearly twenty years without ever being caught by any organization... Could they really catch the Phantom Thief and force information about Uzo out of him?
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Ever since Pisco died, it felt like his boss had been gaining more and more enemies.
At first, there had only been Gin and Uzo. Now there was a mysterious Phantom Thief, along with countless targets who might be connected to Uzo... One by one, how long would they have to keep fighting like this? He dearly missed those simple old days when all he had to do was kill people, set fires, and steal intelligence, without having to engage in Battles of Wits with terrifying executives.
Having stood in one place for too long, the confidant felt very insecure, constantly worrying that one of Uzo's disposable pawns would come knocking.
He spoke quietly, tactfully interrupting Irish's train of thought. "What should we do next?"
Irish came back to himself. "Go see the other criminals."
Even tigers nodded off sometimes. Uzo was no god. As long as he had made even one mistake while arranging those Murder Cases, that error would be fatal.
Even if the odds were slim, he had to kill that bastard executive who had toyed with him in the palm of his hand. This was no longer merely vengeance for Pisco. It was a fresh grudge between him and Uzo.
However, good fortune did not descend upon them.
Judging from the information gathered from the other criminals, not a single one could provide