"Sounds nice, but isn't your goal this system too?"
Having had his true colors exposed, Binga finally dropped the deliberately maintained pretense of gentleness and glared coldly at the person on the screen.
He was no fool. By this point, he had already guessed how this group had set their sights on him. After all, their objectives were the same.
Joker on the screen chuckled softly, seemingly not denying his claim, and returned to his original sitting posture.
Feeling that he had hit the heart of the matter, Binga stopped pretending. He tore off his wig, revealing a faintly disdainful sneer. "A bunch of thieves coming to stop another gang of robbers just because you've set your sights on the same treasure, and you dare call yourselves justice? How shameless."
The people around him were stunned by his exposed true face, even looking at this unfamiliar colleague with a degree of fear.
Yet beneath his aggressive mockery was rage and utter frustration.
For this system, and for Rum's authorization over the European region, he had changed his appearance and spent five years posing as a woman. It was no small effort, only for someone else to swoop in and reap the rewards.
They could have come at any time, but they had to show up when victory was within his grasp. If they had pulled this stunt earlier, he could have spared himself all that trouble!
It hurt. It hurt so damn much.
Joker tilted his head, seeming quite interested in that phrasing, and asked meaningfully, "Oh, is that so? I thought you might want to discuss something else with me, sir."
Binga's eyelid twitched violently. He only felt that the word "sir" was mocking his disguise as a woman, but Conan, standing opposite him and familiar with Joker's personality,