Painful as it was, after a brief struggle, Vodka reluctantly reached out and silently switched the channel back.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. This wasn't a matter of preference; it was a matter of survival—no matter how much he didn't want to see Uzo and that little schemer's faces, he had to watch!
Yet by the time he switched back, the brief interview had already ended. The beautiful host had begun interviewing the next audience member, while Jiang Xia and Conan were no longer on camera.
"...?"
After staring blankly for a moment, Vodka slapped himself across the face. Serves you right for changing the channel!
This was bad. Worse than a cockroach sitting on your blanket was a cockroach vanishing from your sight the instant you looked away.
You had no idea whether it would turn up in your blanket, on your pillow, or inside your pajamas the next second.
And the only solution now seemed to be getting off the bed, leaving the room, and getting out of the building immediately.
Without the slightest hesitation, Vodka changed direction and decisively took a detour.
—On his original route, he would have passed by the Toto Department Store. But now, Vodka would rather drive longer than pass through that cursed place.
"Good thing I saw it in time. Otherwise, who knows what trouble I might've gotten dragged into again."
Vodka sighed, then immediately sank into another whirlpool of suspicion. "But Tokyo is so huge. Why was Uzo right on the stretch of road I was going to take?... There shouldn't be a mole around me, right? Uzo shouldn't know about my mission yet."
"Maybe... I should find a way to keep observing?"
In the parking lot of Toto Department Store in the distance,