Given Tangze's height, the sight of him grabbing hold of a man as tall as Binga and lifting him up was rather comical.
At the very least, Conan, whom Binga had yet to release, was stunned and nearly forgot to break free.
But once he came to his senses, Conan immediately took advantage of Binga loosening his grip to jump down. Rubbing his wrist, which had been painfully squeezed, he looked at Tangze gratefully.
He could tell that his friend was standing up for him.
Binga, meanwhile, was both shocked and furious.
Of course, he didn't know Tang Ze Zhao, but he knew of Kumeru.
What he knew did not go beyond what an ordinary organization member would know: Kumeru was a newly promoted code-name member under Bourbon, whom he had never considered a threat. He was very young, his identity seemed somewhat questionable, and he was vicious and ruthless in his work.
—That was also the basic impression most organization members had of Kumeru.
But not everyone could know about Tang Ze Zhao's disguise or the urgent mission Kumeru was carrying out. After returning and mulling over Vodka's reaction for a while, Binga only felt that he had once again been excluded from the core circle, which left him deeply dissatisfied.
There was no shortage of reasons why he had become so competitive, and one of them was that there were simply too many cryptic bastards in the organization.
Fuck, smug show-offs were the worst.jpg
At this moment, he understood even less what Kumeru was doing.
In terms of actual hierarchy, based on Binga's understanding of the organization, Bourbon's standing under Rum was definitely lower than his. Bourbon had arrived later, and no matter how efficiently he worked, it would be hard for Rum to truly lower his guard