Akai Shuichi: "..."
It sounded like a bit of a mental leap at first, but on closer thought, it seemed quite reasonable—after all, from their professional perspective, this middle-aged man's stalking was rather amateurish. Classifying him as a Sasaeng Fan would make sense too.
Still, a stalker showing up at this particular moment felt far from simple. After some thought, Akai Shuichi did not act rashly. "Let's see what happens first."
As he spoke, he turned up the volume from the Listening Device a little more, determined not to miss a single scrap of information from the other side.
Inside the KTV.
Jiang Xia seemed entirely unconcerned by the chaos behind him. He went to the front desk, flipping through the menu to order some food and drinks, then led his classmates to their reserved private room.
Once the group had gradually drifted away, the door opened and closed, and another figure entered.
The receptionist looked up, then paused slightly at the guest's attire.
—The newcomer wore a dark baseball cap, its brim pulled so low that it nearly covered his eyes, squeezing the dark glasses on his nose until they were beginning to slide down.
At the front desk: "..." Forget the hat—why did every single one of them like wearing sunglasses out at night? Could they even see where they were going?
Still, it had nothing to do with him. The receptionist put on a polite smile. "Welcome. How many are in your party?"
The middle-aged man adjusted his cap brim but did not answer. Instead, he said, "Did a group of high school students with a child go in just now?—Let me know when they're about to leave."
Receptionist: "Huh?"
Middle-aged man: "When I came this morning, I left something behind in the private room they're