Life was all ups and downs... When you thought you had already hit rock bottom, reality would tell you that no, you could still keep falling—Hasegawa Sunglasses.
"BOSS, having a cardboard box among the homeless already makes you part of the upper class, so stop being so picky..." Facing the short, fat BOSS's confusion, Hasegawa tried to counsel him using his wealth of experience while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Click..."
"Phew..." After taking a deep drag, he slowly said, "You should know that people who've only just become homeless can have even their cardboard boxes snatched away. Their clothes get stolen too, even their underwear... Other than sunglasses, those guys won't leave you anything!"
"Why sunglasses again? Even the people you mentioned don't steal sunglasses, so why are you so obsessed with them?" Despite his overwhelming grief and indignation, the short, fat BOSS remained fixated on the other man's sunglasses...
"Phew..." Hasegawa exhaled another long stream of smoke before solemnly looking at the short, fat BOSS. "Because sunglasses were the only thing I fought to the death to protect when they tried to take them!"
"Then fight back when they steal your underwear!" Not only the short, fat BOSS—even Sogo Doma, who had been covertly gathering information while sitting in the executive chair, couldn't help spinning around to fire back.
"No, if they steal your underwear, you can just pluck a few leaves to cover yourself. But sunglasses are..." Hasegawa abruptly froze mid-rebuttal. After a while, he pointed toward Sogo Doma. "So that's where you went, customer! BOSS, the customer is here! W-We're saved!"
Sogo Doma: "..."
Could those sunglasses have been deliberately playing dumb to lure him out? Ugh, he had gathered too little information. Without absolute certainty, he should first see what these guys wanted.