Hashimoto Maya followed Kurosawa Kazuma into the car.
Then he took a deep breath and silently closed his eyes. "..." Things had gotten even worse—he couldn't help wanting to mock this bizarre driver himself. If Uzo saw this, who knew what would happen? Some brothers' serial murder case, some Inozuka family massacre...
But after getting into the car and glancing toward the driver's seat, Hashimoto Maya finally found the resemblance between Inozuka Jiro and Inozuka Taro as he looked at that broad, burly back.
The two brothers actually looked quite alike. It was only because their dress and Aura were so different that people felt they were practically two different people. The Inozuka Taro who had died miserably earlier had seemed like an honest man from the organization, with a hint of cold-bloodedness and cunning beneath his simple appearance. This Jiro, meanwhile, radiated the air of a country boss.
The country boss flicked ash from his cigarette and said leisurely, "Let's go. From now on, I'll be responsible for your hideout. Just look at the godforsaken place you picked before—it offered no comfort whatsoever and gave others the chance to trap you like dogs behind closed doors."
"?" Although Kurosawa Kazuma had gotten along well with Inozuka Taro, he had always been at odds with this younger brother.
That island might have been unpleasant, but it had still been a place Kurosawa Kazuma had chosen with great difficulty. Now that Inozuka Jiro was criticizing it like this, he folded his arms and snorted coldly. "Oh? Then I'd like to see what wonderful place you picked."
Inozuka Jiro smiled smugly, pinched two Business Cards between his fingers, and tossed them into the back seat.
Hashimoto Maya caught them casually. When he picked one up, he saw the title printed on it: