Plan B!?
Sogo Doma immediately went on guard. When intelligent beings dealt with problems, they usually had backup plans for unexpected situations—generally called Plan B, or a way out. Unless absolutely necessary, the way out was usually not the first choice. But then again, once even the way out had to be used, the situation was undoubtedly dire...
A dire situation, coupled with the short, fat BOSS's utterly savage expression, made it difficult for Sogo Doma not to suspect that these two guys, who seemed suspiciously like "aberrations," might jump the wall in desperation.
Just as he was staying on guard, the man in sunglasses also turned serious. "Boss, Plan B... What exactly is that Plan B?"
Sogo Doma, still on guard: "..."
This was probably a tactic to make him lower his guard!
"Hasegawa, you don't need to know about such things. You just need to watch carefully, and you'll understand why I'm the BOSS while you're a piece of trash who can't even play a convincing shill!" After explaining himself to the man in sunglasses as though he had everything under control, the short, fat BOSS once again turned his savage face toward Sogo Doma.
"Sir, name your price. How much will it take for you to call off the claw machine witch...?"
Sogo Doma, still on guard: "..."
Did they think that would make him lower his guard? How naive. He lacked everything except money!
Just as he sneered inwardly, the man in sunglasses wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "BOSS, this is your Plan B? Using money?"
"Hasegawa, don't underestimate money's appeal to a real man..." the short, fat BOSS said coldly. "The prizes that claw machine girl gets may indeed be valuable, but in the end, they're just a pile of meat. They can't