Rum was in quite a leisurely mood. He had recently finished handling everything on his plate, and when he happened to see Jiang Xia's promotional event, he decided to go join the fun and attend the food festival.
When Curacao heard the reason, her eye twitched. She had worked herself to the bone staying up late, only to be harassed by Uzo from every possible angle during her breaks. Had all the effort, sweat, and blood she put in really been so her superior could happily attend all sorts of events?
Aloe-flavored Killing Intent flared for a moment, then quickly subsided.
Curacao: "..." Calm down. This mindset is wrong. Don't let that bastard influence me. Stay true to myself.
Come to think of it, why did the timing of this food festival feel so familiar?
Curacao was, after all, one of the Organization's top intelligence operatives. Once her suspicions were aroused, information in her mind began rapidly coming together.
Very quickly, Curacao recalled that strange request mentioned in the email Uzo had sent her not long ago.
And then there was the location of the Police Station where Hashimoto Maya had gone to give his statement... If she remembered correctly, it was less than a kilometer from the Square where the food event was being held.
A string of information flashed through her mind. Looking at Rum, who knew nothing of this and was leisurely planning to head to the Square, Curacao's heart skipped a beat.
Curacao: "..." Could this be Uzo's scheme again?
He actually wanted to make a move against the Organization's second-in-command? How had that guy gotten hold of information related to Rum?
A storm surged in Curacao's heart, but she forcibly calmed herself down. It wasn't a big problem. Perhaps this was merely a coincidence—Rum's information