It was not until he had left that stretch of road and reached the brightly lit entrance that Hashimoto Maya suddenly remembered the specific task Uzo had assigned him.
—He had to observe his surroundings like that sinister, cunning boss of his, search for hidden killing opportunities, then figure out how to kill Jiang Xia in a perfectly natural way.
Hashimoto Maya fell into thought. "A killing opportunity? Should I make that drunk upstairs fall and crush him to death, or pray that Jiang Xia slips and falls when he goes upstairs?
"Of course, the easiest and simplest method would be to start with food—if Jiang Xia were severely allergic to alcohol, then curiously gulped down a bottle of beer, the mission would be completed right away.
"But Jiang Xia is a law-abiding detective. Tricking him into drinking would be incredibly difficult. This plan couldn't be carried out for at least another two years... Sigh, compared to that, the land-buying task was much easier. If only all my future assignments were like that. Unfortunately, Uzo would never grant such a tiny request.
"Come to think of it, why don't I just slack off for a year and let myself be eliminated once the deadline comes? At least then I'd get one enjoyable year. Working under Uzo, though, I might not even live that long."
That was what he said, but Hashimoto Maya soon became wary: Uzo was the one who set the deadline. Yesterday, he had said one year; tomorrow, dissatisfied with Hashimoto Maya's slacking, he might turn it into one day.
Unlike any other boss, one absolutely could not exploit loopholes that ought not to be exploited in front of Uzo—because on the other side was probably not a broad road, but a terrifying curly-haired boss smiling at him.