But this time, among those attending the food festival were quite a few female bosses who normally only handled investments and collected profits, rarely involving themselves in the restaurant business. Compared with a food festival, this looked more like a social banquet.
Rum could not help rubbing his head, where his hairline was steadily receding, and felt that letting Curacao leave just now had been a mistake.
But on closer inspection, there were also quite a few legitimate food trucks mixed in, which put him slightly at ease as he continued toward the Gourmet Plaza.
At the same time, he found himself even more pleased: "This kind of appeal is truly wonderful. Uzo is only a high school student, yet he has already reached this level. Once he grows up a little more, fully enters society, and becomes an adult Detective devoted to his work..."
The more capable the subordinate, the easier things were for the leader. Rum's mood soared.
"Of course, it cannot be denied that a good seed comes with certain risks. But to me, all of those are controllable."
As Rum hurried toward the Gourmet Plaza,
the other person he had just been thinking about had already arrived at the Square in an old, battered food truck.
Amuro Tooru surveyed the situation in the Square and found a perfect spot—neither conspicuous nor so remote as to arouse suspicion, with an easy escape route at any moment—then parked there.
After parking, he tidied things up while occasionally poking his head out of the truck to look around.
There were quite a few police cars parked in the Square, and several officers were busy near the presentation stage.
Amuro Tooru was not surprised by the scene. He had heard about this presentation long ago.
But what shocked him